"Kunlun...... Kunlun ......"

Under the dim light of the oil lamp, the old man with gray hair and slightly cloudy eyes muttered, and kept muttering something in his mouth:

"Is this the name of the star we live in?"

The old man's calloused palm kept rubbing a wooden board, the latter had long since been eaten by insects, but it was still regarded as a treasure by the old man, and the word "Kunlun" was written crookedly on it.

The old man is a farmer, who has been busy all his life with his face to the loess and his back to the sky, and naturally he can't read a few big characters.

The word "Kunlun" on this wooden board was seen in a dream one day when he saw it in a dream, and he woke up and carved it like this.

Later, I met a kind-hearted scholar who passed by to Beijing to take the exam, and the old farmer made a gesture, and then he understood what these two words were called.

"Old man, the word 'Kunlun' has a lot of origins, I can't see it, your ancestors are still more than a mile wide."

In the face of the scholar's slightly ridiculous words, the old farmer at that time only smiled honestly.

At this moment, the old man muttered by the oil lamp, and was naturally listened to by the bored young man who was leaning on the bedside, who stared at a pair of big watery eyes and said curiously:

"Great-grandfather, you say, we really live in the stars?"

Hearing this, the old man turned around, a smile appeared on his ravine-ravine face, and said in a serious tone:

"You naughty monkey, what the gods said, is that still fake!?"

Hearing the old man say this, the young man couldn't help but purse his mouth, with an expression of complete disbelief:

"Humph! Grandpa is lying again, my father and mother said that you were sick that time, and you were in a mess! ”

"Besides, how can people live in the stars......"

The boy lay on the bed and retorted, but his eyelids also fought. Enough of the daytime was playing, and soon fell asleep.

"This leather child!"

The old man cursed, but his hand neatly covered the quilt for his great-grandson and blew out the oil lamp.

The literati all say that autumn is high and cool, but the farmers in the mountains and fields only know that the autumn tigers at night really want to eat people.

The young man had a temperament and had no heart or lungs, and soon he snored loudly, leaving only the old man staring out the window blankly.

Finally, in the dead of night, the old man seemed to have made up his mind, and pulled out a "baby" wrapped in red cloth from under the bed.

Carefully uncovered the cloth, inside was a dull jade shard.

What the old man didn't tell his great-grandson was that this "family heirloom" was the reason why he was able to dream of immortals.

It's a pity that the Communist Party was only like that, and he patronized to see the gods in his dream, and he didn't remember anything else.

Although the old man has had a serious illness since that time, his body has been getting better and better, and he always feels warm in his stomach, and he always has endless strength all over his body.

But even if you sleep with the jade piece in your arms, you can't dream of immortals anymore.

After a moment of silence, the old man wrapped up the jade piece, closed the door, carried a hoe on his back, and quietly went out.

The late autumn night was really cold, but it was not the first time that the old man had gone out so late, and he was a little familiar with the road.

Straight to the back mountain, the old man continued to dig following the marks he had left.

He still remembers that it was in the back mountain that he dug up some beautiful "strange stones" and brought them home, so that he could dream of immortals at night.

And when I woke up the next morning, the strange stones were gone.

Now, people are old, and they see that there are almost a few days left to live, but the old farmer remembers the fairy in his dream.

The old man's thoughts are very simple, he just wants to ask the gods to bless his descendants, and it would be better if he could "open a light" to them.

"Bang-"

"Bang-"

The old man dug slowly but surely, hoe after hoe.

Although I can't say why, the old man has a feeling in his heart that he will soon dig up those strange stones.

"When—"

Finally, there was an abnormal sound like the clash of gold and iron, obviously not some kind of dirt or anything like that, and the old man's face couldn't help but show joy.

The old man used the same vigor as he had worked in his youth, and he cut the thick earth with three strokes and five divisions by two.

Although I was tired and out of breath, the harvest in front of me was really gratifying.

Under the cold moonlight, it was refracted in a variety of colors, and many strange stones the size of chickens shone brightly.

Seeing this, the old man hurriedly took out the jade pieces in his arms and carefully placed them on those colorful strange stones.

After a while, he felt dizzy and finally couldn't help but fall asleep.

In his sleep, the old man saw the legendary immortal again.

Time rushes, and the years are merciless. Ten years later, the old man finally passed away.

For a peasant who has worked hard all his life and has fallen into many diseases, it is a great miracle that he can live to the age of 82 without illness and disaster.

Even in the whole village, this is a "happy event" that has not been seen in many years.

The descendants of the old man are also honored to hold a funeral for him in a grand manner.

And the teenagers of the past have now grown into young people.

Perhaps because he had read and read books, the young man seemed very calm, and he did not show much sadness at the death of his great-grandfather, who loved him the most, but let his neighbors chew on the root of his tongue again.

In fact, the young man was deaf and clear-sighted, and he did not leave people's gossip behind, and he only smiled indifferently in the end.

No matter how noisy it is, it will eventually dissipate.

At night, the young man sat on the edge of the bed and took out the most precious treasure that his great-grandfather had left him, the jade piece.

The young man carefully condensed the essence that had accumulated in his body for more than half a month, and finally channeled it into the jade piece.

The latter immediately shimmered, and a strange scene suddenly appeared in the young man's mind, and a vague figure mechanically explained the method of cultivation.

"Horse Battle"!

That's right, among the heirlooms that the old man regarded as precious, what was recorded was not a profound cultivation method.

It's just that there used to be a certain sect, and the superficial spiritual tricks for the Taoist children who let the horses practice, it is difficult to get into the hall of elegance.

But in this era of absolute spirits, it is already an opportunity that many people can't ask for.

The young man eagerly absorbed the cultivation methods recorded in the jade slips, and was full of yearning for the legendary supernatural powers that flew to the heavens and the earth.

In fact, the young man was also extraordinary enough, and without anyone to guide him, he only relied on the crude method recorded in the mutilated jade slip to open up the sea of suffering on his own. If he had been born before the great changes in heaven and earth, he would have been an amazing figure.

Now, the wilderness can only be buried.

However, being born in the age of absolute spirits is the sorrow of every monk.

……

On this day, the young people followed the instructions left by their great-grandfather and went up the mountain to dig up the "strange stones" that contained the essence.

It's a pity that with the mining of the grandparents and grandchildren over the years, there are fewer and fewer "strange stones" that can be dug out on the mountain.

Just when the young man was anxious, but there was nothing to do-

He followed the feeling in the darkness and raised his eyes, and saw a picture that he will never forget.

A man and a woman stood in the clouds, smiling at him, like the legendary immortals descending to the earth.

Two shifts are complete.

Tomorrow weekend, there will be a change according to the usual practice, one shift around 13:30, two changes around 19:30.

This chapter can be regarded as a transition, showing the difficulty of cultivation in the era of the Absolute Spirit from the side, and it will not be described in such detail later.

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