The rain was dripping, the trail was muddy and slippery, and the convoy was struggling to go up the mountain.

"Uncle, it is said that this Yaoshan has not rained for ten years, why is it raining today?"

When he heard this, he looked like a young man, about fifteen or sixteen years old! He was young and dignified, with dignified facial features, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, sharp edges and bones, and handsome and chic.

Dressed in a purple brocade robe, with a belt inlaid with purple jade around his waist, long hair and a shawl, and bright eyes, he is obviously a rich and handsome son.

I saw him lift the curtains, look at the drizzle outside the car, think of the history books he had read, and have some doubts in his heart.

"Win Gongzi, this old man is not clear! I'm afraid that this sky, seeing Gongzi coming here, has a fate with him, so this spring rain will rain and bless all things. ”

The person who spoke was an old man with a Chinese face, his eyes were cloudy, his face was full of wrinkles, and the drizzle swept across his cheeks, as if crossing a ravine, gathering a thin stream, and sliding down his cheeks.

"Hey, Childe, this Yaoshan Mountain is now a barren mountain! Originally, there was a fairy temple, but it had not been taken care of all year round, and it had already collapsed! On this mountain, now it is bare, and there is nothing to see! I don't know Childe, why did you come to such a place?"

The old man asked suspiciously, and the guys behind the car were also a little inexplicable, discussing in private.

"Alas!" the young man surnamed Ying sighed faintly.

"Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are used as dogs, and saints are unkind, and people are used as dogs. If this is the order of the saints, then I will break this heaven and earth, break this cage that binds all things, and destroy this ethical order!" Nan Nan, a young man surnamed Ying, whispered.

The young man's voice was so low that even the old man who was close at hand didn't notice it.

Along the winding dirt road, the steepness of this Yao Mountain is vividly visible! Cliffs and strange rocks rise. The stretching mountain range is like being slashed by a sword, and it breaks abruptly, and a narrow canyon is sandwiched in it.

"Build a bridge!"

The old man shouted loudly and stood solemnly.

Five teenagers, standing in a row, set up a ladder to the sky, not in a hurry or slow, moving forward steadily.

"One is to advance, two is slow, and three is to release!" the old man shouted and looked at the five teenagers closely.

The five of them were close to breaking off, their expressions became more and more solemn, and the smiles on their faces disappeared, and they could only participate seriously and nervously.

"The gods of the five mountains are above, today, the disciple rashly offended you, just to ask for peace!"

"If you agree to pass, please enjoy the incense prepared by the disciples!"

I saw that the old man's five bodies were thrown to the ground, which was a long worship, a small paper man, holding a long incense, and inserting it in front of the old man.

Although the drizzle drifted away, the long incense still burned slowly and did not go out, and the smoke slowly drifted away.

Call!

Seeing this, the old man breathed a sigh of relief.

"Put!"

"Huhe!"

The ladder was released in response to the sound, and the originally empty ladder head was covered by the wooden plank that was slowly pushed out, just like a wooden bridge, placed horizontally at the fracture, more than ten meters long, more than two meters wide, and about half a meter thick.

"Young Master Win, please move!" the old man bowed.

The young man lifted the curtain of the carriage and stepped down from the carriage, his eyes were clear, and the cloak behind him fluttered, like a fairy in the world, heroic and compelling.

The young man looked into the distance, the clouds and mist were swirling, the misty drizzle, the Yao Mountain was upside down, hidden in the mist, hidden from time to time, and it was not very real.

When the line of sight was close, it was the narrow canyon hidden by the abyss, and the young man just watched quietly, his expression unchanged, and his starry eyes became deeper and deeper.

"Let's go!"

The young man stepped forward, lightly stepping on the ladder of heaven, although he was facing the abyss, he was not afraid, and moved forward steadily, as if he were walking on the ground.

The old man followed step by step, and he was also a little admired in his heart, thinking that back then, when he first entered the mountain line, he was at such an age.

At that time, he was scared enough, and he almost fart, so he could only say that this son was very human.

His five disciples remained where they were, all kneeling down and not daring to raise their heads, and the carriage and horses remained where they were.

Only the boy and the old man took advantage of the rain to go on the road and slowly walked towards the top of the mountain.

The two walked into the clouds and mist, but the willows were dark and the flowers were bright, the bustling roads on both sides greeted each other, the green shade of the willows and the shallow grass were not, and there were hares from time to time.

The corners of the young man's mouth rose, outlining a shallow smile, his starry eyes flickered, sinking into such a beautiful scenery, gently shaking the folding fan, so that he could not be free and easy.

"Uncle Wang, this Yaoshan has such a beautiful scenery, why do you say that it is a barren?"

"Young Master Ying, you're from Los Angeles, and you've never seen anything like this. For us mountain riders, we have seen this scene a thousand times. ”

"Besides, the land is barren and unsuitable for cultivation, and it is a wasteland for farmers. ”

"Well......," the young man pondered for a moment, then continued, "Everyone is in a different environment, and they have different opinions. The boy shook his head and smiled, his tone embarrassed.

.........

There was silence for a while, only the sound of rain hitting the willows.

The two of them walked through the green forest, and their figures were covered.

Yaoshan is full of spring, the surrounding weeds are overgrown, the top of Yaoshan is close at hand, although the mist is thick, but it can not be covered.

"Okay, Uncle Wang, you wait here for me for a while, and I'll be back soon. The young man surnamed Ying dropped a sentence and walked slowly to the top of the mountain.

"Okay, Win Gongzi!" The old man looked at the back of the departing and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

After about ten minutes, the boy walked to the top of the mountain.

Yaoshan is upside down, it is very flat, full of flowers, there is no tall building, the fairy temple, and only a few wrecks can be seen.

The terrain of the mountain is flat and open, not like the usual mountaintop, and the area is the size of a small town.

"That's it. The boy whispered.

Spread out your right hand, a mysterious figure floats between your palms, composed of black and white dots. Thirty-eight white and black dots on the left, forty-nine white and black dots on the right, and fifty white and black dots in the middle.

This pattern is extremely mysterious, as if it encompasses all things in the universe, like the trajectory of the avenue running, giving birth to the spirit of Hongmeng.

"There are nine heavens in the sky, and there are eight desolations on the earth, seal!" the young man said with his palm to the ground, muttering secret words in his mouth.

The mysterious figure, printed from the palm of the young man, appeared on the earth, constantly expanding, and in just a moment, it covered the entire Yaoshan Mountain.

Rumble!

There was a loud bang.

The young man's purple qi condensed, floating in the void, looking at the academy rising from the ground, the smile in his eyes condensed.

Yaoshan shook for a while, and it calmed down after half an hour.

A huge academy, built in half an hour by an almost incredible means, is located on the top of Yaoshan Mountain, looking down on all living beings.

Directly opposite the boy is the main entrance of the academy. The main entrance is made of sandalwood purple wood, and there are rare and exotic beasts carved on it, which is simple and introverted.

On the door, there is a huge plaque, which reads: Yanchen Academy. These four words, the pen walks the dragon and snake, the iron draws the silver hook, simple and unpretentious.

It's just that this character is not mellow at all, and it is far less beautiful than Chinese characters. It seemed that I needed to change the text, and the boy secretly made a decision.

Falling from the sky, the young man looked at the courtyard gate with satisfaction, nodded his head, and walked into the courtyard.

Crunch!

The door opened automatically, and directly opposite him was a seven-story courtyard building with the words Confucian Library.

The smell of books is blowing in the face, simple and contains a long history.

On the left side of the Confucian Academy is the Mojia Organ Building, which is like a mechanical city, full of modern equipment charm.

Then there are the Legalist Order Building, the Yin and Yang Family Ghost Building, the Soldier Family Discipline Building, the Five Elements Family Xuanmai Building, the Taoist Alchemy Pavilion, the Miscellaneous Foundry, and the Zonghengjia Sword Shrine.

It's just that this huge academy is quiet and silent at this time, and the footsteps of the young man can still be faintly heard.

The boy strode into the Confucian library, and the white light swallowed the boy's figure.

When the young man opened his eyes again, he had already arrived in the study building, and the building was full of scriptures and classics, full of bookish atmosphere. It's just a huge study building, but it is empty, and when the young man is puzzled, a golden fishing rod with a jasper fishing net falls into the hands of the young man.

"What is this?" The boy looked at the fishing rod and net in his hand suspiciously, and his mind was full of puzzlement.

A golden light shot out from the cabinet of the study building, and the book building gradually became illusory, and the rows of wooden shelves and volumes of scriptures and classics suddenly disappeared.

The boy is like standing on an illusory rainbow bridge, as if he is in the clouds, surrounded by smoke, like a fairyland.

Whew!

A row of golden letters appeared in front of his eyes.

"This is the river scroll, the holder, can fish the heavens, artifacts, exercises, talents, elixirs, everything, only you can't think of it, there is no scroll that can't be caught. ”

"You have five fishing opportunities a year, and the fishing opportunities will increase as your cultivation realm increases. ”

"Every time you fish, it is tied to your luck, if you are full of luck, god-level exercises, peerless Tianjiao will let you fish. If you're unlucky, then what's you catch is another matter!"

"Come on!

The young man walked through the clouds, holding his arms, his eyes rolling, and whispered, "Luck, luck, I can be reborn and resurrected, can my luck be worse?"

Thinking like this, the young man made up his mind, sat down cross-legged, held a fishing rod in his right hand and a fishing net in his left hand, and looked left and right.

"What's the difference between this fishing rod and a fishing net, has this so-called Taoist master made it clear!" The corners of the young man's mouth outlined an evil smile.

Since it's called fishing, then I choose to feel cool, go for it, fishing nets!

A net of jasper, as if falling from the sky, seems to carry the invincible momentum, and seems to be silent, falling in the nine heavens and ten earths.

The young man was like an old monk in his meditation, quietly waiting for the fish to enter the net, and the time passed little by little, and the fishing net still did not move at all.

............

"Huh?" The boy felt that there was a slight fluctuation in the fishing net, although it was like a pebble falling into the sea, although the fluctuation was small, it also indicated that a fish had fallen into the net.

The young man lifted his hands, and the fishing net broke out of the illusory void.

"Huh?" The young man stood in the clouds, overlooking the nine heavens and ten earths, looking at the fishing nets that were slowly coming, and he fixed his eyes on them, and there seemed to be two people sitting in them.

"Zhang Liang greets His Highness!"

"Dian Wei greets His Highness!"

But it was the two teenagers who got out of the net and said in unison.

"No courtesy!" The young man's eyes were full of joy, Zhang Liang, Dian Wei, one article and one martial arts, just right.

Zhang Liang, the chief strategist of Gaozu Liu Bang, with his assistance, the Han Dynasty founded by Gaozu Liu Bang had extraordinary talents in both political and military affairs. Now, such a rebellious figure has entered his command, and he is looking forward to the river book scroll more and more.

And that Dian Wei, in the Three Kingdoms period when there were many heroes, could be regarded as a top general, if it weren't for Cao Cao's liking for beauty, this Dian Wei's name would be even louder.

'You're still lucky, you've already had two chances and you've got three more chances this year. Good luck, boy!"

Two chances? The young man's eyes rolled, looking at the two people standing in front of him, and he felt that he had not lost anything this time.

At that moment, he left the study building with the two of them, and when the figures reappeared, the three of them had already arrived outside the academy.

Scold!

The moment the three of them appeared, a sharp sword light shot out.

"Your Highness be careful!" Zhang Liang, who was standing on the left side of the young man, stretched out his hand to push the young man away, holding a pen in his right hand, and a golden scroll appeared in his left hand.

With a swagger of pen and ink, the words became solid, and a sword word shone brightly, falling out, blocking the sharp sword qi, and striking a wave of energy in the air, scattering in all directions.

The frightened young man looked fixedly, but there were two men in black with swords, their eyes were cold, their eyes had no emotion, only an irrepressible murderous aura.

Dian Wei roared angrily, holding a giant sword, drawing an arc in the air, and his feet touched the ground, leaving a large hole, and the man crashed away like a tank.

In just an instant, the four of them fought together, and for a while, the golden light was shining, the aura was scattered, and the sword qi was fluttering.

A sword swings a thousand waves, and a word shatters the vanity.

The young man standing in the distance, with murderous intent condensed in his eyes, looked at the two men in black coldly, and guessed in his heart who sent these two.

Is it his second brother? or his third brother?

Uh-huh!

Two screams came from the air, and the young man looked up to see that the two black-clothed men were already lying on the ground in embarrassment, drenched in blood.

The young man walked over quickly, and Zhang Liang and Dian Wei also fell from the sky.

"Who sent you?" The boy asked coldly.

The man in black still looked at the young man blankly, and the man in black on the right finally spoke, "Ying Fan, you don't live long, our master will mention us for revenge, haha!" The man in black sneered.

"Not good!" Zhang Liang exclaimed, writing out a seal with an ink pen, but it was still a step too late.

The man in black stared at Ying Fan with dead eyes, and a look of pain flashed in his eyes.

Laugh at!

In just a few seconds, the two of them melted into two pools of blood, as if the world had evaporated, and there was no trace.

"What is this?" As if he had discovered something, Dian Wei bent down and grabbed a golden token in his right hand.

"Huh?" Ying Fan didn't dislike the blood on the token, stretched out his right hand, and took it over.

"Third brother, hehe!" Ying Fan sneered and threw it at his feet.

"Could he be so stupid?" Ying Fan looked at Zhang Liang, as if asking him, as if asking himself.

For a while, he had no clue, and he no longer guessed, and there was no other evidence, so what was the use of guessing more.

"Let's go, let's enter the academy again!" Ying Fan said suddenly, and without waiting for the two of them to answer, he walked quickly towards the academy.

Zhang Liang and Dian Wei glanced at each other, followed behind Ying Fan, and also walked into the academy.