The scenery on the top of the mountain is beautiful, the peach blossoms are all over the mountain, in the meantime, a small road winds and is quiet, extends to the official road under the mountain, more than ten miles away is a town, it looks not big, the city of three miles is the Guo of five miles.

It's just that the incongruity lies in the fact that there is only one hut on the top of the mountain, and there is a new grave and an old grave next to the hut, and there is a stone tablet in front of the grave, which reads the tomb of Tang Yin and Shen Jiuniang and his wife. In front of the tomb, there are chicken, duck and fish, seasonal fresh fruits, just to see the freshness, as if it has not been on the table for a long time. There is no trace of kneeling on the mud floor in front of the tomb, obviously not the younger generation came to worship the ancestors, and now it is not on the day of worship, so only friends come to mourn.

When a few people fell to the ground, the people of Fuyun Mountain looked at the tombstone in front of them and said: "This place was originally the place where my friend married, but he is not a cultivator, birth, old age, sickness and death are the norm, but I have been busy and have not been able to make the trip." Today, it is too late to sense that something is happening here. After saying that, he sighed.

After sighing, he did not invite the two into the thatched house, but flicked his left hand forward, and the ground in front of the tomb showed a short side, and there were three futons on three sides of the low table, and there was nothing in the direction of the tombstone.

The people of Fuyun Mountain took a step forward and sat cross-legged in front of the low table facing the tombstone, and the sleeves were flicked again, and a wine jug and two side dishes appeared on the low table, and then there were four jade cups and a pot of wine.

After the wine jug appeared, the people of Fuyun Mountain poured wine into the four jade cups by themselves, as if Qiyue and Zhang Fan had nothing, and whispered softly.

Zhang Fan saw the scene of the people in Fuyun Mountain, and also sat cross-legged on the futon in front of the short table, and then nodded and motioned for Qiyue to sit down as well.

Qi Yue saw Zhang Fan's eyes, and sat on the futon with a little tiger with black hair, quietly watching the development of the situation. She had no experience of walking outside, nor did she have experience communicating with other cultivators, so her master was not worried about him, and specially asked Zhang Fan to send her back to the sect.

The people of Fuyun Mountain are still chattering.

"Brother Bohu, three years ago, I didn't expect to say goodbye, I couldn't get out of Jialing Pass to receive your letter as a brother, and today my brother came to see you in the name of Huizong, but my brother was late."

"I want the two of us to meet when we were young, and we will go our separate ways when we become adults, and I will go to Guiyi Sect to cultivate the truth. And my brother wrote to me that he was the first in the government examination, and he went to Beijing to catch the exam, and he was very happy for his brother to see it, and then a year later, he received a letter from you again, saying that he was involved in a fraud case in the economic field when he was in Beijing, and he was imprisoned for his crimes, and he was demoted to a border city official, and he was very worried about you. ”

After a few months, my brother wrote a letter, saying that he had seen through the world and no longer talked about the imperial examination as an official, and now he lives under the peach blossom forest on Fuyun Mountain. For my brother I wanted to invite you to practice in the door, but a few days later, my brother wrote again that he knew a beautiful woman and wanted to become a husband and wife. ”

After the New Year, my brother sent someone to talk about his beloved daughter, and sent a full moon happy face. My brother was also happy about it, but because of his practice, he had to wish his brother and his family good health. ”

"After a few years, my brother came to read the letter again, and finally saw through something, and attached a poem "Song of Peach Blossom Anthem" (Note 1), which my brother still remembers that it was the first poem written by my brother when he saw the world."

Peach blossom nunnery in Taohuawu, peach blossom fairy under peach blossom nunnery;

The peach blossom fairy planted peach trees, and picked peach blossoms to sell wine for money.

When you wake up, you only sit in front of the flowers, and when you are drunk, you come to sleep with the flowers;

Half-awake and half-drunk, day after day, flowers fall and bloom year after year.

I hope that the old man will die in the wine room, and he will not bow in front of the carriage and horse;

The car dust and horses are full of fun for the rich, and the wine cup is rich in flowers.

If you compare the rich with the poor, one on the flat earth and the other in the heavens;

If the poor are compared to chariots and horses, he has to drive me to be idle.

Others laugh at me for being crazy, I laugh at others for not being able to see through it;

I don't see the tomb of Wuling heroes, and there are no flowers and no wine hoeing fields.

"In the next few years, my brother indulged in the mountains and rivers, how idle the clouds and wild cranes, how could the world not fulfill people's wishes, first the younger brother and sister went away, and then the younger brother suffered a catastrophe, and the family was surrounded by four walls. Seeing that Brother Xin wanted to find you, but when the battle broke out in the pass, the door sent me to the pass to defend against the beasts. I had to send some silver taels to my brother again to solve my urgent needs, but I didn't know when I returned five years later, but my brother didn't accept it. “

"At this time, my brother has been poor, why are you still polite to my brother, when my brother comes back to see you, you still resolutely refuse to accept it, you are confused, brother. Think about how you should live with your teenage daughter. Speaking of which, the people of Fuyun Mountain have begun to weep.

After a pause, he continued: "I want to take Ling Ai to Xiuzhen, but you don't want him to be in a dangerous place, I will give you two pieces of silver, but you say that you have your own hands, and you don't need to rely on me to live for the time being." I want to take your father and daughter outside my sect, so that you can have a care, but you are not far away from your homeland, far away from your wife's grave. ”

"You only want to die of old age in the wine room, and you don't want to bow in front of the carriage and horses. You only want to smile at the world, and you know that the mountains and rivers are far away, and the soldiers are buried in the snow. You only wish to hoe the fields without flowers and wine, and how can you know that the sky is high and the sea is wide, and who supports this heaven and earth. Speaking of which, Fuyun Zhenren was already crying loudly. mourn his brother's misfortune and anger his brother does not fight.

Zhang Fan sat quietly aside, listened silently, and did not sympathize with Tang Yin, the human race at this time does need talents, but it does not need to be only able to compose poems, only boast, and only be a hermit of idle clouds and wild cranes.

Now the Terrans need someone to stand up, and they can't just rely on tall people to stand up to this day, they need to be all of them. Although he Zhang Fan can't do it now, he doesn't know if he can do it in the future, at least he Zhang Fan hasn't regarded himself as a person from this world now.

It is said that my heart is my hometown, but his heart has been difficult to settle for more than a year.

His heart is pretending to be a wife and children, and he is pretending to be kind parents.

The girl in yellow under the peach blossom tree, that is the memory of his wife's youth.

Listening to the first cry of that night, it was the deep affection of the daughter when she was born.

Pretending to toss and turn that night and couldn't sleep, that was what his parents expected.

Finally, the tired Fuyun Mountain people finally stopped crying, poured the water and wine in front of the tomb in front of the tombstone, and then picked up the jade cup in front of them and drank it all, and then let out a long breath, as if blowing away a lot of sorrow.

Zhang Fan didn't say much, just watched the people of Fuyun Mountain spill wine and drink, and when the people of Fuyun Mountain drank all of them, Zhang Fan raised his glass to the grave and saluted, and then raised his glass and drank it all.

Wine is not a good wine, let alone spirit wine, it is not delicious.

Zhang Fan looked at the wine glass and said: "This wine tastes soft and cotton, how can it be delicious to have a bonus, the flower red wine in Zhenhaiguan is suitable at this time." After speaking, he took out a pottery wine jug from the jade pendant, unsealed it, filled the three empty cups, and then raised his glass again to persuade him to drink, and drank it all himself.

The people of Fuyun Mountain first raised their glasses and lightly touched them on the tip of their noses, took a deep breath, and then drank them all in one gulp, obviously they were also good drinkers.

One cup of wine was drunk, and then the wine in the previous glass of the tombstone was spilled, and the third glass of wine was spilled again. Three glasses of wine symbolize the end of this memorial to friends.

After reminiscing about the past, Fuyun Mountain said to Zhang Fan: "At this time, I came back because I wanted to see Brother Bohu, but when I arrived, Brother Bohu was buried, and his daughter disappeared. “

"The reason why I judged that her daughter was missing was because I was here before, and a defensive formation I designed was activated. Then I sensed that my niece was thousands of miles away in the northwest, but the battle at Jialing Pass was approaching, and I needed to go back as soon as possible. After speaking, the Fuyun Mountain people looked at the two people in front of them.

Zhang Fan hurriedly said: "Uncle Shi has something, of course the disciple is willing to obey him, but you also saw that the two disciples have low mana, so they really don't dare to go." Those who can break the formation of Uncle Shi will definitely not have lower mana than Uncle Shi, and the two of us really have no means to save our lives. ”

To be continued...

Note 1: The author of "Song of the Peach Blossom Temple": Tang Yin (March 6, 1470 - January 7, 1524), the word Bohu, the small character Ziwei, the number six such as layman, was born in Wu County, Suzhou Prefecture (now Suzhou City, Jiangsu Province), his ancestral home was Jinchang County, Liangzhou, and he was a famous painter, calligrapher and poet in the Ming Dynasty.