The days under the mountain are without the company of Master and Mu Yueting, but it is a different feeling to have my parents by their side, perhaps because my mother and my father think that they owe me too much, they are very good to me, and they basically respond to my needs. But I often experience the teachings of the master in the mountains, so naturally I will not make some excessive requests, and I may have been influenced by Mu Yueting, and I am also mostly vegetarian for catering and the like, not that the meat has been completely removed, but it is just appropriately reduced.

I usually get up every day before dawn to practice a set of Qi practice methods taught by Master, and then go to school after breakfast. At the age of sixteen, when I first entered high school, perhaps because I had been following Master for many years, I seemed out of place with my peers around me, and I basically didn't understand the games, stars, cars, and so on that they often talked about. Therefore, I was very withdrawn in school, but I worked hard to learn the knowledge in the books according to the expectations of my master and parents, and I had a lot less interaction with my classmates.

Time flies, time flies.

Just over a month after I went down the mountain, the class organized a practical activity, which is said to be a cooperation between our school and a tea base in Mengding Mountain, Yazhou, so that the three classes of our first year of high school went to Mengding Mountain for half a month of practical investigation to help understand our country's tea culture.

When I heard the news, I was very excited. Since I came to Dujiangyan with Master, I haven't been back to Yazhou for six years, although compared to Chengdu and Dujiangyan, Yazhou is just a small city surrounded by mountains, remote and backward, but it is my hometown after all, and it is the place where I have lived for ten years. So this time, when I heard the news that the school organized to visit the Mengding Mountain Tea Base in Yazhou, I was very excited, and I went home early to tell my mother and my father, and they were also very happy, and quickly prepared the items for me for half a month.

The bus we took was specially rented by the school from the car company, with two seats in a row, and while the other students were still chatting under the bus, I got into the car early, found a window seat to sit on, looked at the scenery outside the window, and rubbed my hands excitedly.

Maybe it's because I'm usually too withdrawn in the class, when the classmates start to get on the bus in twos and threes, they are a few classmates who have a good relationship sitting together, and in the end, the other seats are basically full, and still no one wants to sit with me, a weirdo, and the empty seat next to me is particularly dazzling in the carriage. But I don't care, I have been practicing with Master all the year round, although my Taoism is not necessarily very high, but in my heart, I still have a detached attitude towards some small psychology among my peers.

Just when the car was about to start, a girl wearing a goose yellow shirt jumped into the car at the last moment, after she got into the car, the door closed suddenly, the car started slowly, the girl patted some bulging small breasts, and said to herself: "Fortunately, I caught up with the car, I knew that I didn't eat so much just now." ”

"Classmate, did you get on the wrong bus? You're not in our class, are you? Jia Bin, the head teacher and history teacher who led the team, suddenly got up from his seat and asked the girl.

"Hey, I'm on the wrong bus! It's not our class! The girl glared at the carriage with a pair of delicate eyes, and suddenly let out a suspicious sound, causing the classmates in the carriage to burst into laughter.

"Whatever, if it's wrong, it's wrong." The girl rolled her eyes and comforted herself, she glanced at the seats in the carriage, then lifted the backpack on her back and walked to the seat next to me.

The head teacher Jiabin nodded helplessly, and after asking about the girl's situation, he called her head teacher to explain.

"Hello, I'm Li Xiaohui from the first and second classes of high school, what's your name?" The girl sat down in the seat next to me, and the big backpack on her back shook the seat.

"Chen Zixuan."

Maybe it's because I rarely communicate with my classmates, so I replied casually, reluctant to say more, but just glanced at the big backpack on Li Xiaohui's back a little strangely.

Li Xiaohui's eyes were sharp, and when she saw my movements, she proudly put down the big bag on her back and put it on her lap, she opened it and said, "It's all snacks that my parents made for me, do you want to have some." ”

I glanced at the contents of her bag, and sure enough, it was stuffed with all kinds of snacks, such as Want Want snow cakes, potato chips, and spicy strips. I shook my head at Li Xiaohui and signaled that I didn't need it.

Li Xiaohui let out an "oh", and then took out the snacks and ate them, the crisp chewing sound kept echoing in my ears, I swallowed my saliva involuntarily, closed my eyes, and did not speak.

Dujiangyan is about three or four hours away from Yazhou, and the car has been driving for four hours, and Li Xiaohui, who was sitting next to me, ate snacks for four hours.

When the bus arrived, I literally got out of the car, and the chewing sound for four hours was like a nightmare.

Teacher Jiabin, who led the team, gathered the students in our class and said that there was a grand fireworks show organized by a tea merchant on the bank of the Tsing Yi River tonight, and the school asked the students to participate in this activity tonight, and then stayed in the guest house on the bank of the Tsing Yi River for one night, and then drove to Mengding Mountain tomorrow morning.

I don't care about the arrangement of the school, as long as I step on the land of Yazhou, I feel a burst of peace of mind, which is incomparable to Chengdu or Dujiangyan.

Time flies quickly, night falls, when the light of the bright moon falls on the earth again, the square on the bank of the Tsing Yi River is set off with brilliant and dazzling fireworks, and the beautiful fireworks burst in the air, blooming countless gorgeous sparks, drawing a bright and beautiful picture in the air.

I looked at the crowd singing and dancing in the square, and the classmates who were caught in the carnival, and I felt a little lonely in my heart. I walked alone on the riverside of the Tsing Yi River, with the night breeze blowing with water vapor, my face was moist, very comfortable.

I quietly looked at the rippling water of the Tsing Yi River under the moonlight, and my thoughts couldn't help but fly to that evening six years ago. That night, the night after the demolition of the Snake Temple, I hid behind the door of the house and saw my grandfather and my dad discussing things in the living room.

"The Qiang River is not dry, and the Chen family is endless!"

The Qiang River, which has flowed in front of me for thousands of years, has been passed down to the present day in the name of the ancient Qiang of Tsing Yi that once ruled this area. If it was before, I may not have had any thoughts about my grandfather's words, but after experiencing so many things, especially in Tsing Yi Qiang Ancient Village, I saw the man named Chen Shengzhi with my own eyes, and after learning about the various plans he made, I paid more attention to what my grandfather said.

The implication of this sentence may not be so simple. Tsing Yi Qiang and Tsing Yi River, the same name, the same area, a river gave birth to a thousand-year-old country, and there may be some more mysterious relationship between the two. I don't know what Chen Shengzhi did at the site of Tsing Yi Guqiang, but I can vaguely guess that he took out the woman named Ruochu in the Tsing Yi Qiang Castle, put it back into a white coffin, and buried it under the Snake Jun Temple behind our village. Or maybe the dream I had in the castle, the white stone I saw in that dream, something I longed for from the depths of my soul.

The relationship between Tsing Yi Qiang and the Chen family is intertwined and complicated, and it is difficult to understand, and there is an inexplicable relationship between this one and Tsing Yi Qiang in front of him.

"Chen Zixuan?"

At this moment, a voice came from behind me, the voice was steady and magnetic, and it made people feel comfortable listening to it.

I turned my head and saw that the person who spoke was our class teacher and history teacher Jia Bin, a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing a pair of glasses on his face and looking very calm and erudite. As for his name, it is extremely rare, the surname Jia, it is said that he is a descendant of a doctor in the Spring and Autumn Period, his family background is erudite, and he seems to have some connections with Confucius.

"Mr. Jia."

I nodded and said politely.

Jiabin glanced at me, with a smile on his face, and said, "Why don't you go and play with your classmates, and come to this Tsing Yi River alone." ”

"Not used to it."

I shook my head at Jiabin, looking at the river rushing eastward in front of me, and it occurred to me that the man in front of me was a history teacher who was famous for his erudition in school, and maybe he would know something.

I said to Jiabin, "Teacher Jia, can I ask you some questions?" ”

Jiabin glanced at me with some surprise, as if he didn't expect that I, a student who usually behaves very withdrawn, would actually ask him questions here, but he still showed a smile and said, "Of course, just ask any questions." ”

I looked at the surging waves on the Tsing Yi River by the moonlight and asked:

"Teacher Jia, have you heard of Tsing Yi Guqiang?"