Qingcheng Mountain is much larger than other places that are also the four holy mountains, which is only reflected in the area occupied by the mountain, but the number of Taoist priests is the smallest among the four, and the other families not only have outer disciples, but even registered disciples.

As far as preaching is concerned, Qingcheng Mountain is undoubtedly the strictest in Taoism to accept apprentices, take the old Taoist priest as an example, the old Taoist priest accepted three apprentices, the eldest apprentice Ning Qiulan's martial arts attainments are very average, but he is well-read, and he hides in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion on weekdays and does not ask about the world, so even today's lively scenes have not allowed him to move his nest.

In the impression of these teachers and nephews, this master is very talkative, and if there is anything he doesn't understand in the book, he goes to the master uncle, but the only thing that makes him angry is when the juniors accidentally break the book.

A few years ago, I don't know who threw Sandezi who was still in swaddling clothes at the foot of Zhangren Mountain, and the breeze that came back after going out to buy was cold, and the little guy cried non-stop, so he brought him back.

When the old Taoist priest saw Sandezi, several senior brothers were surrounding him and didn't know what to do, but the old Taoist priest walked over and hugged Sandezi on the ground in his arms, and since then these senior brothers have one more little uncle.

As for the second apprentice accepted by the old Taoist priest, named Xu Nuo, he is also the master of the three generations of disciples, but Qingshan has a vague impression of his master, the reason is that in the spring of the year when Sandezi was taken up the mountain, he promised to close the death in the Chaoyang Cave, and Qingshan's cultivation was led by the senior brother.

In Qingshan's memory, the master was an elegant Taoist priest who was very handsome. When Master was not in retreat, many women from nearby villages and towns came to ask for a sign just to see Master a few more times.

There are only four disciples in three generations, and the breeze is the largest, as the saying goes, the eldest brother is like a father, and the absence of the master is basically the breeze in charge of them, which is also one of the reasons why he does not smile on weekdays, to maintain the majesty of the senior brother.

The second and third are twins, and now they are not on the mountain, last year they went to Wudang Mountain to exchange Taoism, four Taoist temples, Wudang Mountain and Qingcheng Mountain are close, Longhu Mountain and Qiyun Mountain have a better relationship, and may have a lot to do with the location of several houses.

As for the fourth, it is Qingshan.

After today's long-lost excitement, Qingcheng Mountain returned to calm, and the host and guests sat on the ground and ate under the starry night sky.

"Xiao Mao, try this, this is my senior brother's specialty." Aoyama hooked the little mute's neck, his mouth was still chewing, and he pointed at the braised pork with chopsticks.

The little mute sandwiched a piece and put it in his mouth, the fat part melted in his mouth, the lean part was not firewood, the fat and thin aftertaste was endless, these days he followed the master's wind and food to sleep, and ate shriveled rations.

"Senior Brother Qingfeng's craftsmanship is indeed very good, better than the signature dishes from the restaurant where I worked a few days ago." The little mute couldn't help but give a thumbs up after eating, and exclaimed.

Sandezi, who was still immersed in the rice, raised his head, ignoring the rice grains on his mouth, and vaguely agreed: "This big persimmon is cooking plum blossoms." ”

The old Taoist priest and the old blind man sat together, talking about the old past, and raising their glasses and drinking.

The old Taoist priest seemed to be a little drunk, raised his glass and said: "I think back then, a few of you couldn't drink me alone, the amount of wine in the poor Dao, the sea is immeasurable!" ”

The old blind man also drank up, threw a few peanuts into his mouth, and poured a few big sips of wine while chewing: "Young fucking fart here, which time didn't you pour it first, and our brothers took turns to carry you back?" The sea is immeasurable, and you are half a catty! ”

"Go and go, see if the poor road doesn't drink you down today......" "Just you?" Neither of them was convinced, and they began to compare themselves again.

Change here, the wine will become tea, but this tea is also a unique "purple back dragon bud" in Qingcheng Mountain, the juice color is clear, the tea fragrance is mellow, it is today's tribute, the only one of Qingcheng Mountain.

Qingfeng didn't say a word, his eyes were fixed on his rice bowl, and he sat quietly and ate.

"Hey, Xiao Mao, you're also going to Jixia Academy, right?" Aoyama was full, picked up the teacup and asked.

The little mute nodded, and said at a loss: "Yes, I don't even know what it is, but it must be Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon." I don't know if I can learn something when I go? ”

Qingshan was arrogant, hooked up with the little mute's hand and brought him to his shoulder: "What are you afraid of, I'll help you when the time comes, maybe you can help me, my second senior sister and third senior brother should also go with Wudang Mountain?" ”

Hearing this, the little mute felt a lot better, and also had doubts: "Isn't Wudang Mountain never wading into muddy waters?" Why is there someone going to enter Jixia Academy this time? ”

It seems that the little mute really knows a little bit about it, and Qingshan doesn't sell it, and directly explained to him: "Wudang Mountain was too lazy to care about these things before, but this time it's different, the troubled times are coming, and they also have to go down the mountain to exert part of their strength, as far as I know about them, although the group of people in Wudang Mountain are a bit stubborn, they are still very good." ”

"My master of Jixia Academy also explained to me that it is a place where fish and dragons are mixed, and so many forces are involved, the situation must be very chaotic." The little mute is a little worried about the days to come, he is a person who lives carefully, a few years ago his father died, and it is not easy for him to survive, so the little mute himself lives very carefully, and before doing something, he always has to dig into the bottom of the matter and figure it out before doing it.

Qingshan also restrained his smile, a little worried: "It's not just a mixture of fish and dragons, there is a battlefield where you can't see the sword." Those people can't do anything for their own interests, you really don't trust strangers when you get there, many people approach you for their own purposes. ”

The little mute nodded, and took these heartfelt words to heart.

The sky is full of stars, and the child is carefree.

The teenagers are looking forward to the future and confused about the future.

The middle-aged man is silent, bowing his head and doing his own thing.

The two old men reunited after a long absence, drinking and talking about the past, so unhappy.

Maybe many people in the world have a similar appearance, this vast world, everyone has their own life, but they are all shrouded in a piece of land by this night sky, continuing their own stories.