The clouds and mountains are surrounded by mist, there is a green mountain between the vast heaven and earth, the green mountain peak is 900 zhang high, and the peak leads directly to the sea of clouds.

On the mountain live immortals who are bent on seeking the Tao, and below the mountain are ordinary mortals in Yunmeng Village.

The villagers in Zhuangzi plough at sunrise and rest at sunset, living an ordinary life for generations, although occasionally you can see the flying immortals in the sky passing by, dashing, but really no one yearns for such a life.

There was a river in front of the village, and by the stream there were women washing and picking vegetables, and children playing with each other.

Li Zi is fourteen years old this year, and although he has not been to school yet, he has never broken books at home.

Just after being hit by his father, Li Zi ran out again, and he didn't dare to go home at this time.

Seeing that it was about to get dark, and the surrounding friends were all carried home by their fathers and mothers, Li Zi thought that his father's anger should be gone, so he went to the stream to wash his face and prepared to rush home.

But as soon as he finished washing his face and raised his head, he saw an old man with a white beard on the other side of the river staring at him.

"Who are you?" asked Li Zi, looking at the white-bearded old man.

The old man looked at Li Zi with a smile: "It's so late, why are you still here alone?"

Li Zi was ashamed and said: "I didn't memorize the endorsement well today, I was punished by my father, and I ran away secretly." ”

The old man sighed and continued to ask, "What kind of books are you backing?"

Li Zi looked at the old man: "It's all some, I can't understand it anyway." ”

"Do you like to endorse books, then?" the old man smiled.

Li Zi immediately shook his head like a rattle: "I don't like it." ”

"If you don't go to my house, my family doesn't want to endorse, you can do something else. The old man blinked and looked at the plum.

"What are you doing?" said Li Zi confusedly.

"Will you practice your sword?" said the old man.

Li Zi shook his head: "No!"

"It's okay, no, I can teach you. When the old man had finished speaking, he stood up, and saw that his feet were not very strong, so he jumped over the stream and stood beside the plum.

Li Zi stared at the old man in surprise, the stream was several meters wide, and the old man jumped over easily, Li Zi couldn't help but feel a little envious in his heart: If I know this, who can catch up with me?

"Where do you live?" Li Zi looked at the old man and couldn't help but ask curiously.

The old man pointed to the mountain behind him: "Right there?"

As if he felt that his finger was not clear enough, the old man squatted down again, was as high as Li Zi, stretched out a hand, pointed to the mountain, and suddenly raised his finger up, moved to the highest point of the mountain, and said, "There!"

Li Zi's eyes widened and he looked in the direction of the old man's finger and asked, "Isn't that where the immortals live?"

The old man nodded and said with a smile: "Yes!"

Li Zi hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Then I don't dare to go, I will be beaten down by the immortals." ”

The old man laughed: "Don't worry, with me, no one will dare to beat you." ”

"Really?" Li Zi asked with a look at the old man in disbelief.

I saw that the old man nodded, looked at the majestic green mountains in front of him, and said loudly: "Don't worry! In the future, the immortals on this mountain will be under your control." ”

After speaking, he suddenly raised one sleeve, took Li Zi's hand, lifted his feet off the ground, and the figures of the two quickly flew towards the green mountain.

"I see how charming Qingshan is, and I expect Qingshan to look at me, so it should be. ”

The old man's hearty laughter reverberated between the peaks in the valley, birds and insects chirped, and wild beasts on the ground crawled.

On the peaks of the mountain, everyone stopped, raised their heads to look at the figure in the sky that swept towards the top of the mountain, and shouted in unison: "Welcome Master back to the mountain!"

On the top of the mountain, in the main hall of Qingluan's main peak, the old man pulled Li Zi and stood in front of a bronze statue, and behind him stood a row of Taoist immortals who were floating out of the dust, and everyone looked at the small figure led by the master with a smile.

"This is Master's new disciple?" said someone in the crowd side by side.

"Shhhhhh Another tall man said.

Everyone looked forward in unison, and Shizun had left Qingshan for more than three years, and finally found a new disciple for him.

I saw that the old man in front of him suddenly took out a small wooden sword from his body, he lowered his head, looked at the plum, and played a flower trick seen in the mortal world, a sword flower.

Then he stretched out the wooden sword in front of Li Zi and asked, "Do you want to learn?"

Li Zi looked at the wooden sword in the old man's hand, his expression was radiant, but his expression soon darkened, and he lowered his head and said, "But, if I stay here to learn the sword from you, what should I do if my father and mother can't find me?"

The old man was silent, and a Taoist immortal side by side behind him said: "Little junior brother, it is rare for the master to accept apprentices, how can you hesitate and not quickly kneel down and kowtow." ”

The old man waved his hand, looked at the plum in front of him, and smiled: "When you practice swordsmanship, you can become an immortal who flies with a sword like them, and at that time, you can go down the mountain to see them." ”

"Really?" said Li Zi with bright eyes.

The old man nodded: "Don't kowtow yet?"

Li Zi nodded heavily, knelt down and kowtowed to the old man three times, and then stood in front of the bronze statue and kowtowed three times to the bronze statue, which can be regarded as a real apprenticeship.

The old man laughed, walked to Li Zi's side, took his arm to help him up, and said, "From now on, you will be the thirteenth disciple of my Chu Xiaoyao." ”

After traveling for three years, I thought it was hopeless to collect apprentices, but I didn't expect to go to the foot of the green mountain, but I found a child with colorful white light squatting in the stream.

Unexpectedly, after walking in the world for three years, in the end, it was dark under the lights, and the disciple who was destined for him had been hiding at the foot of his own mountain.

The old man looked at the plum and couldn't help but feel good.

He is the master of Qingshan's generation, the Qingshan Sword God, in addition to carrying forward Qingshan, he has to do another thing, that is, to inherit the Qingshan Taoist system.

His first twelve disciples never satisfied him, so he had that trip down the mountain three years ago, ostensibly to train Qingshan Zhufeng's ability to deal with things during his absence, but in fact, it was to find a closed disciple for his kendo inheritance.

The old man was not disappointed, he took Li Zi's hand, turned around and said: "Tell Zhufeng that Li Zi is the only disciple of my Qingluan Peak, and the disciples of Zhufeng will see him as if they saw me, and they should treat him as if they were uncles and ancestors." ”

The immortal priests in that row were shocked in their hearts, but they still bowed their heads and said respectfully: "Yes, I will follow the decree of the master." ”

Li Zi raised his head and looked at the white-bearded old man, looking at the row of strange Taoist immortals in front of him, and for some reason, he suddenly felt a sense of confusion in his heart.