It is the sun on the high pole again, the hot wind is like waves, the sixteen-year-old Lingyu is sluggish at the door and looks at the direction of Shu Mountain in disappointment, it is a continuous high mountain, the peak is towering, a mountain peak in the middle is straight to the sky, and the scorching sun stands above Shu Mountain, shining.

Since he was a child, he has thought that one day he can reach the highest mountain, feel the situation of seeing all the mountains at a glance, and wait for the magic to come down the mountain to relieve the people of dawn. But the mountain is up, and the teacher is also worshipped, he thought that he was one step closer to his grand cause, but because of a word, he ruined the dream that he had been planning for a long time.

You have no chance to cultivate immortals in this life, don't expect extravagance, even if you cultivate, it will be a waste material, don't waste time, I won't accept people like you.

Ling Yu looked ahead in ignorance, the scorching sun in front of him was a little dazzling, and there was a layer of water vapor in front of him, and Shushan couldn't see it clearly, maybe the sun was too big. Ling Yu wiped his eyes wildly, turned around, and looked at the clear and agile ditch next to the house.

He thought so attentively, an old man with silver hair and fairy wind bones looked at him quietly, and his grandfather smiled kindly, and then went to the direction of Shushan from the back door of the courtyard.

Fortunately, his father is a prince, and the family has a lot of money. spent a hundred taels of gold to go through the back door for him, and went to the head of Shushan to say a lot of good things for him. The head of Shushan agreed to accept him as a disciple.

Lingyu, who was frail and sickly since childhood, first climbed Shu Mountain, he stood on the ridge and looked around, under his feet was the sea of clouds and waterfalls rolling with the wind, sometimes gentle, sometimes turbulent. It is surrounded by vast snow-capped mountains, and the continuous mountains are scattered and orderly, and the layers are distinct.

Ling Yu walked for a long time, and he was already tired and sweating, and finally came to the top of the mountain and saw the long-awaited head of Shu Mountain. I saw that the head of Shu Mountain had a fat head and big ears, and he looked like a pig's brain and fat intestines. Tsk tsk, the food here must be good, I didn't come to the wrong place! Ling Yu couldn't stop the excitement in his heart, like a boy from the countryside entering the city, carefully observing the surrounding grass and trees.

At this time, it was already noon, and Ling Yu had already made up the fried pork belly, and the roasted beef tendon with fragrant rice was presented to his table, and his mouth was full of oil, and his mouth was fragrant.

However, as soon as the dishes came up, there were many clear water rice porridges in a bowl of clear rice, and a bowl of dry pickles that looked like they were about to become moldy, Lingyu was shocked, wasn't it? This Shushan Mountain was too dark! The food was so bad.

Since he was a child, he wanted to worship Xu Changqing as his teacher, but he heard others say that the head of Xu had been dead for more than 200 years. Now he may have gone to the Heavenly Realm, and now he is the Qingyun Dao Master, who is very cruel to them, and told him to be careful not to be targeted.

Late at night, the head of Shushan, as usual, did not forget to remind his more than 100 apprentices and said: "Tonight, the teacher will personally supervise your sleeping, as a disciple of Shushan, here, first of all, you must sleep at night, do not speak, and secondly! Do not shoot mosquitoes, we as cultivators must know that mosquitoes are also a small life, we must learn to love the common people, do not take good and small, do not take evil as small." ”

"Yes. The emaciated disciples shook their heads, tirelessly, and faltered.

There are really a lot of mosquitoes in this Shu Mountain, and they are as big as swollen flies. After a while, the biting spirit feather was full of bags. A mosquito was greedily drinking the blood of the spirit feather, and he was about to reach out to slap the mosquito to death, but he was knocked on the head by the head of the master. Lingyu stayed awake all night, taking things to drive away this terrible mosquito. The others are no better, they are all buckled and caught. It is said that there are more than 1,000 disciples in Shushan, and now there are only more than 100 people left, and no one wants to feed mosquitoes here.

There was one thing, he really couldn't figure out why the head was so fat. Each of his apprentices was yellow-faced and thin-skinned, and it seemed that they were perennially malnourished. Ling Yu concluded that the head of the family must have hidden all the delicious things and enjoyed them for himself. So he thought about going in while the master was eating.

The next day, it was a bowl of green vegetables, the leaves of the vegetables were yellow, and it was full of cauliflowers, which had not been cooked and chewed for a long time, and after eating a few bites, he put down the bowl and walked towards the master's room......

The head was gnawing on the chicken leg in his hand, and he didn't see the spirit feather outside the door at all. Ling Yu saw a bowl of meat, a bowl of fish, a bowl of chicken, a bowl of peanuts, half a duck, a pot of beef, a bowl of rice, a bowl of tofu, and two pots of wine on the table in the crack of the door, so he knocked on the door.

I saw that his master actually hid the fish, meat, duck, chicken, beef, peanuts, and wine under his bed quickly. Leave only one bowl of tofu and one bowl of rice on the table. It took a long time for the door to open, and the master said to him, "Come in!"

Ling Yu looked at the master and said, "I have something to look for you." The head asked, "What's the matter?" Ling Yu was asked by him, and he didn't know what to say, he never lied. I had to say, "Master, I smell the smell of meat coming from your room, so come in and have a look." ”

When the head heard this, he was so angry that he almost fell off the stool: "I think you want to eat meat! Don't enter the teacher's room if you don't have any major events in the future, it will affect the teacher's cultivation! If there is a next time, don't blame the teacher for being ruthless and expel you from the teacher's door!" Go down. Lingyu: "Oh!" had to go out.

After eating, the master was about to give a lecture, and all the disciples sat in the main hall and waited for Master Hou's arrival. Ling Yu saw that some of them were sweating on their foreheads, and some of their legs were shaking under the table, as if they were convulsing. So he asked a boy next to him, "What's wrong with them?" The boy was not very old, and whispered to him: "The master asks some questions that we can't answer every day, and when he is not satisfied, he hits us with a stick." He was silent.

The master is here......

I saw that the master was still dripping oil in his mouth, still reminiscing about the taste of chicken thighs. An extra bamboo pole came out of his hand, four or five meters long, and walked in...... At this moment, there was a sudden silence. The master coughed and said, "Today, the master has a question to test everyone, see if you have been concentrating on reading recently! Lingyu, you answer first, what is the Tao?" Lingyu stood up and asked puzzledly: "I don't know, master, please give me more advice." If the apprentice knows everything, what's the use of asking the master?" As soon as the words fell, the master struck him on the head with a stick, and immediately knocked him out of the head with a bag. "Punish you, don't eat at night! The master asked the boy next to him again. I saw the boy holding his head in his hands with a painful expression, and it seemed that he had been beaten a lot. But he said a few words in his mouth: "Master, you are the Tao." The boss smiled, said nothing, and thought, "Well, that's a good answer." I stopped asking the question. It's time to ask the next question.