Chapter 1: Aomine

On the thirteenth day of the cold month of the ninth year of the Shuoyuan calendar, the night of Qingzhou City was particularly cold.

In the Qingzhou continent with four distinct seasons, the cold moon is the coldest time of the year in the Qingzhou continent, the lead clouds blown by the biting cold wind cover the moon that has not yet been completed, through the glimmer of the lead clouds, overlooking Qingzhou City, black and misty like a lurking giant beast.

It is located in Qingfu, ten miles on the outskirts of Qingzhou. It is said that the ancestors have produced several great officials, and they have also been prominent for a while, but it is just because of the bad children and grandchildren, or some other reason. Failed to keep the family business, and gradually declined, and now Qinghe's generation is even more unbearable, not to mention failing to get a fame, and he wants to pursue immortal immortality, just traveling all day long, exploring immortals and seeking Taoism.

Qinghe went out when he was young and returned home in middle age, but he still failed to find the fairyland and immortal he was looking for. The old father forced him to die, so he let him marry and start a family at the age of thirty-five. After getting married, Qinghe still went his own way, and the regret of his old father ended up in the next year, so that Qinghe had some restraint, and the heart of seeking immortals gradually cooled, but Qinghe was really unintentional in the face of the huge family business, and he was too kind and charitable, and the huge family business was almost defeated in a few years, and it was naturally untenable in Qingzhou City. Qinghe simply sold his ancestral house, moved the entire Qingfu to the outskirts of the city, guarded hundreds of acres of fertile land, and was idle to be a carefree rich man.

This year's fifty-two-year-old Qinghe has a daughter and two sons, the eldest daughter Celadon came out of the cabinet last year, and the second son, the thirteen-year-old Qingyu, is already a slightly famous little talent in Qingzhou Mansion. The third son, Aoki, is the most magical existence in Qingfu.

When the third son Aoki was seven years old, he was favored by an immortal cultivator who traveled down the mountain, saying that Aoki had immortal roots in his body, and he was a good talent for cultivation, and he wanted to be accepted as an apprentice. Seeing that the thing he had been pursuing for half his life actually fell on his son, Qinghe was overjoyed, and did not hesitate to let the Taoist priest take away his child. Before leaving, Qinghe also pulled the Taoist priest and repeatedly asked if he wanted to accept himself as an apprentice, and under the gaze of the Taoist priest Mu Ran, he let go

Tonight's Qingfu is lit up with lights and is very lively, and the busy servants in the courtyard are shuttling between the courtyards like ants before the rain. Even last year, the eldest lady of Qingfu came out of the cabinet, and it was not so lively. There is naturally a reason why it is so lively, because today the third prince of Qingfu and his immortal master have returned from traveling, and Qingfu naturally wants to celebrate it.

Even the stable, which is usually rarely paid attention to, symbolically pulled a three-foot red ling, and a small red lantern was hung at the corner of the stable. Through the faint light of the red lantern, a slender young man in front of the stable was struggling to carry a bundle of dead grass. The boy was about twelve or three years old, and his thin body was walking towards the stable with a bundle of hay thicker than him. The boy is Qin Han, the son of the eldest groom in Qingfu, the old man Qin.

Old man Qin and Qin Han fled from other places seven years ago due to the flood of the Wei River. At that time, the old man Qin fainted in front of the soup kitchen shop in Qingfu with Qin Han, who was yellow and thin, and was seen by Qinghe, who happened to pass by. took pity on Qin Han when he was young, so he took in the father and son of the Qin family to be subordinates in Qingfu, took care of the horses in Qingfu, and made an exception to let Qin Han study with the second son. Although the old man Qin was illiterate, he was also grateful to the Qingfu and taught Qin Han to repay the Qingfu family in the future.

After throwing the last bundle of grass into the stable with all his strength in the dim light, Qin Han brought his frozen hands to his mouth and sighed vigorously. Feeling a little warm, he pulled off his whitish shirt with his hands, trying to wrap it tightly in this cold night, but he was shivered by the stiff clothes.

He stomped his feet hard, the tingling pain regaining some sensation in his numb feet, and glanced up at the gray night sky. Qin Han said to himself: "Dead God, stinky God, although it is already a cold moon, is it necessary to be so cold." A gust of cold wind swept by, and Qin Han hurriedly lowered his head. Shrugged his shoulders and ran to the back of the stable, with his hands folded.

"Qin Han, you are really here!" A sudden shout from the corner of the horse shed frightened Qin Han, who was walking with his head down, and the young man who appeared in front of him was like a crown of jade, dressed in a gorgeous dress, with a brocade belt around his waist, wearing a white fire fox cloak, and his bright eyes were wrinkled and shining in the night, it was Qingyu, the second son of Qingfu. Looking at this somewhat dazzling young man in brocade, Qin Han stopped and patted his chest a little speechlessly: "Second son, where else can I be if I'm not here." ”

This second son of Qingfu is slightly older than Qin Han, perhaps because there are fewer peers in the mansion, and the two go to school together. The second son often came to ask Qin Han to play with him, and after coming and going, the two became friends. Qin Han didn't have so many masters and servants in his heart at a young age, although Old Man Qin had said many times that he should pay attention to his identity, he might not listen to much, plus the lord and lady of Qingfu doted on this second son too much, Qin Han was still a duty, so he let it go.

Qingyu smiled and said: "Qin Han, you actually dare to scold the sky, be careful that God hears it, boom!

When Qin Han heard Qingyu say this, his heart was also a little furious, and he hurriedly looked up at the dim sky, and whispered: "Second son, don't scare me, God won't worry about me as a kid." But the mosquito muttered in his mouth: "God, God, you don't remember villains, don't be like me." ”

"Hey, what are you muttering, like a mosquito. By the way, when I first went out, I heard Liu Xianshi, the master of the third child, say that there will be heavy snow tonight. Qingyu said with some schadenfreude.

"It's snowing, is it really going to snow tonight? is it true...... Qin Han heard Qingyu say that it would snow tonight, and suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Qingyu's sleeve and asked urgently.

Qingyu was startled by his sudden movements, reached out and touched Qin Han's forehead and said in surprise: "You don't have a fever, are you stupid?" I said that it will snow tonight, and it will be even colder!"

Qin Han didn't care about him, just nodded again and said excitedly, "Yes, since it was said by Immortal Master Liu, it seems that there will be no fake......" Reaching out and pushing away the palm on his forehead, Qin Han immediately said with some suspicion: "Second son, are you sure you heard what Immortal Master Liu said?"

Qingyu raised her voice and said: "Of course, I don't dare to use Liu Immortal Master to trick you, that's an immortal, a flying immortal, you don't know how big his ability is, I heard my father say that Liu Immortal can split our Qingfeng Mountain with a sword, and he can also step on Qingfeng City with one foot, and he can still ...... Can you still ...... , Oh, you don't know anyway, it's very powerful anyway" Qingyu gestured with a pair of white little hands in the air, probably because she really couldn't think of anything more powerful, so she was a little impatient.

Looking at the impatient appearance of the young man in brocade, Youhan was also a little funny, and said: "I know, second son, people must be very powerful if they are immortals." But what are you doing in the stables so late to find me? ”

The brocade-clothed young man slapped his forehead and said, "Oh, I almost forgot, I came to tell you that tomorrow the third child will leave, and the immortal master promised his father that he would accept another disciple in the mansion." The father asked all children under the age of thirteen in the house to be tested by the immortal master tomorrow. So I ran over and asked, do you want to go with you, how about it, enough buddy?"

You Han smiled, shook his head and said: "I'm not going, I heard the master say that those immortals are in the mountains and deep forests, isolated from the world, my father is not in good health, I can't leave, and how can others look down on me." Thinking of separating from his father, who had been dependent on him for more than ten years, Qin Han's first thought in his heart was to refuse without hesitation.

"And tomorrow I have to go to Qingfeng Mountain early in the morning to collect medicine, and my father's leg hurts again in the past two days. ”

Qingyu was disappointed when she heard this, and her little face suddenly fell, and she said, "Can't you go another day, if it really snows tonight, how do you collect medicine, will you pick medicine?"

You Handao smiled and said, "Have you forgotten that I was an apprentice to Dr. Wang?" The medicine I'm going to pick is just about to snow. It's better for you to see it yourself, I think it's good to read. ”

Qingyu said a little unhappily: "What's the use of reading, you can't fly to the sky and live forever." If it weren't for my mother's nagging all day long, I wouldn't want to face my master's face like a copper coin. ”

Qin Han scratched his head and said with a smile: "Second son, don't let Mrs. hear what you say, otherwise you will be punished again, and Mrs. is also for your good." Is it really that good to cultivate immortals, I think it's not bad to be a mortal, it's said that immortals have more troubles than us. ”

Qingyu said speechlessly: "What do you know, I will definitely ask the immortal master to accept me as an apprentice tomorrow." Don't stop the second son, the second son, and everyone calling it that all day long, it's annoying. Didn't I say that I would call me Qingyu in private! If you don't go, forget it, it's in vain that I came to you so late, oh, here you are. After speaking, he took out a ball of oiled paper from his arms and handed it to Youhan.

Yu Han took it and asked, "What is it, Brother Qingyu." ”

Qing Yuan said impatiently: "Open it and see if you know, it's really verbose!"

You Han untied the crumpled oil paper, it turned out that it was wrapped in a chicken leg, holding the chicken leg that was still warm, You Han's eyes were a little moist, and he said in a low voice: "Thank you, Brother Qingyu." ”

Qing Yuan said: "What is this, it's just a chicken leg, I passed by the kitchen and took it, you eat it slowly, I'll go back." After saying that, he turned around and left with his hands behind his back.

Seeing Qing Yuan's walking appearance, Youhan couldn't help but smile again, and said in the back: "Qing Yuan, you don't like to read but you learn to walk, be careful that he sees and hits your palm." ”

Qing Yuan didn't look back when he heard it, he just pretended to be old and stretched out his hand and swung it twice in the air, and continued to walk in square steps.

The fragrance emanating from the oiled paper bag in his hand pulled back the cold eyes, picked up the chicken leg, took a deep breath under his nose, swallowed, resisted the urge to take a big bite, carefully wrapped it, stuffed it into his arms, and hurried to the wooden house behind him.

Half a cup of tea away from the horse shed, there are two low houses, which is where Qin Han's father and son live. A small yard was enclosed with improvised rattan around the house, and in the northeast corner of the house was a bare pear tree, which looked a little abrupt on this somewhat dim night, and the ground in the yard was a little muddy because of the rain for two consecutive days.

The dim light from the window suddenly brightened, perhaps the father heard the footsteps of his son's return, and raised the wick that was about to sink a little higher. Then I heard the old wooden door creak and slowly open.

At this time, Qin Han had just walked to the gate of the courtyard.

Looking at the flickering flames at the door, Qin Han hurriedly said, "Father, why did you come out, your legs are uncomfortable, hurry up and go back to lie down." As he spoke, he walked over quickly, wanting to take the sesame oil lamp in his father's hand, but before his fingertips touched the oil lamp, he had already been stopped by Old Man Qin's hand, Qin Han shook his head helplessly, this kind of thing has happened too many times between father and son.

The person standing at the door was naturally Qin Han's father, Qin Tiehan. It's a pity that the somewhat gaunt old man standing at the door is really far from the name Tie Han, a half-hundred man with a rickety figure, a few strands of gray hair leaking from under the brown turban, deep crisscrossing wrinkles on his thin and black cheeks, some cloudy eyes reflected flickering and flickering lights, and his right leg is somewhat unnaturally bent.

Hearing his son's concerned reproach, Old Man Qin didn't say anything, just laughed a few times, and said, "Thinking about tonight, there is no moon, and the yard is rotten, so ......" Maybe it was a reason for the loss of front teeth, Old Man Qin's words were a little vague.

Qin Han said helplessly: "Father, I have been walking this road for more than ten years, and you are still afraid that I will fall while walking."

Closing the door casually, helping his father to sit down on the bed, and then placing the oil lamp on the long table against the wall, Qin Han approached his father, took out the chicken leg in his arms like a treasure, and said, "Father, what do you think this is?"

Old Man Qin glanced at the chicken leg in his son's hand, and his face did not show joy, but frowned and said, "Where did it come from?"

Hearing his father's questioning tone, Qin Han smiled helplessly: "Father, what are you thinking, don't you know what kind of person your son is?" It was given to me by Qingyuan, there are two, I already ate one when I fed the horse, you can eat it quickly." ”

The entire Qingfu knew that the second young master treated Qin Han very well, and such things must have happened often, and when he heard his son say this, Old Man Qin no longer asked, but sighed, and said: "Xiao Han, although the second young master treats you well on weekdays, but after all, we are people's subordinates, and we must have respect and inferiority, and remember not to exceed our duty." When we fled to this point, if it weren't for the great mercy of the old man who took in our master and son, we would probably have ...... , and the master also asked you to go to school with the second young master......"

Seeing that his father had a lot of gushing thoughts, Qin Han hurriedly said: "Father, please rest assured, I know what you said, I will definitely remember it! You eat the chicken leg first, and it will be cold after a while." ”

Old man Qin shook his head and said, "I'm not hungry, you still have to eat the chicken legs, you have loved eating this ...... since you were a child" As he spoke, he handed back the chicken leg in his hand.

Youhan hurriedly interrupted his father's words, stood up, yawned, stretched his waist and said, "Father, I've already eaten, you eat quickly, I'm going to sleep, I'm sleepy, that Immortal Master Liu said that it would snow heavily tonight, do you guess he can say accurately?"

Old man Qin hurriedly said in a low voice: "You kid, if you are sleepy, hurry up and go to sleep, what nonsense, be careful to bump into the immortals." ”

A cold wind floated up, and with a "squeak", the door was blown open a crack, and Yu Han hurriedly ran over, only to see large snowflakes rushing in with the cold wind. The sudden cold made Youhan shiver, and he hurriedly closed the door. Turning around, he happily said to Old Man Qin: "Father, it's great, it's really snowing heavily, I can go pick the Cold Moon Red Lotus tomorrow." ”