There is a big mountain in the southwest of Zhongmu, the old capital of Zhao State, which is shrouded in thick white fog all year round.

This mountain has a very poetic name - Yunmeng Mountain. But there is no poetry in the mountains, but a little more weird. There is an organization in the mountains, which seems to be a Tao and not a Tao, a Confucianism and a non-Confucian, specializing in cultivating ghosts who are very rich in yin and yang conspiracy.

The world calls it the Ghost Valley. It is also an apt image, these people are all good at thinking, or good at calculation, or good at conspiracy, or good at military affairs, or well versed in human nature. Their most well-known identity is often the experience of going down the mountain after completing their studies, they either join the princes, worship the generals, or commit to the family, to be a strategist, in recent years, behind the large and small wars between the vassal states, these people can always be found.

These half-humans, half-ghosts, who have been running between the temple and the darkness all the year round, have used their own strategies and vertical and horizontal skills to write down horrific scenes of battles and tragedies.

After the experience was over, they hid incognito, hid in Yunmeng Mountain, and asked the immortals.

These people all have a common characteristic, that is, they wear black cloaks all year round, go alone, and do not show their true faces, so the people in the rivers and lakes call them lonely ghosts.

The ancestor of these people is Mr. Guigu, who is known as Wang Lao Ghost.

This person understands the way of heaven, knows yin and yang, is unfathomable, but does not want to fly into immortals, hides in the clear stream of the ghost valley, and passes on what he has learned all his life to people of insight who want to learn, but lacks restraint on them, thus setting off countless bloody storms in the world.

The descendants of Guigu have always been alone, and they don't interact with each other, and sometimes they turn against each other, suppress each other, and even kill each other.

They only appear collectively on March 26 every year and go to the Qingxi of the Ghost Valley of Yunmeng Mountain to congratulate the Master on his birthday.

There are no less than 1,000 disciples in Guigu, and there are more than 100 people who serve among the vassal states, but their identities are too secretive, except for Wang Lao Ghost, the rest of them can't tell each other.

Guigu Qingxi, a clear stream flowing all year round in Yunmeng Mountain.

In the early spring when the peach blossoms on both sides of the river are competing to bloom, the Guigu Qingxi is more dreamy, the pink peach blossoms bloom on the trees, but also in the water, and bloom on the steaming white mist, dyeing the entire Yunmeng Mountain pink.

At this moment, a thin and lean old man with three large bags bulging on his forehead, slender and dark eyes, wearing a black robe, sat cross-legged on a boulder in the west, staring intently at a koi fish swimming upstream in the stream. This koi is black and white, the thickness of a thumb, and a pair of jet-black eyes with a red pupil in it, which looks a little weird.

The koi fish jumped hard under a waterhole with a drop of one foot high, and failed to jump up several times in a row, the old man in black smiled slightly, raised his hand, and an invisible air current carried the koi fish to jump onto the waterhole.

The koi fish stopped in the current, swam around, and nodded at the old man in thanks.

The fast-flowing water did not seem to have any impact on the fish, and it was like a stone, steady.

The old man waved his hand and said with a smile: "Go ahead......"

The koi fish silently turned around and quickly went against the current.

The old man looked up at the blooming peach blossoms, showed a smile, and muttered, "Purple Qi is coming from the east, it seems that there will be a distinguished guest visiting today."

As soon as the old man's voice fell, a loud and powerful voice came from the air: "Old ghost! Came out to pick up the guests......"

The old man smiled, kept his sitting position unchanged, and rose into the air.

In the middle of Yunmeng Mountain, there were two young people standing, one was fluttering in white, not stained with dust, very handsome and elegant, and the other was a little shabby, with a set of cyan robes on his body that was very old, his hair was a little messy, and he was a down-and-out scholar who was unwilling.

The old man sat on the cloud head and said with a smile: "The two of you are here, the old man has missed the distance, forgive me, forgive me!" ”

The green-shirted Confucian smiled and said: "Old ghost, you Yunmeng Mountain is too gloomy, it's not good, it's not good......"

The old man in black said with a smile: "The world is chaotic, what it is, why deliberately whitewash the peace, and go against your heart?" ”

The Confucian in green shirts knew that he couldn't argue with the old man in front of him, so he no longer looked for boredom and laughed without saying anything.

Seeing that the Confucian in green shirts was defeated, the young man in white smiled and said, "Sir, I haven't seen you for many years, and you are old again......

"Alas! Isn't birth, old age, sickness and death also the way of heaven, how can you hide from it? The old man still smiled, as if nothing could shake his rock-solid heart.

"You are always too stubborn, you have the way of eternal life, why should you cling to the truth of death in the world? Wouldn't it be better to be a carefree fairy? The young man in white persuaded him with kind words.

The old man was noncommittal, and said with a smile: "Don't talk about this, I don't know what the two of you are here today, what is the so-called matter?" Probably just to look at my old bones! ”。

"Old ghost, you're right, we're here to ask you for something, don't be reluctant!" The green shirt Confucian said.

The old man said: "Except for this mountain full of peach blossoms, everything else is easy to say......

"Hey, I said old ghost, how do you know I'm here for Peach Blossom? Then you're welcome," said the green-shirted Confucian and fell towards a peach tree.

The old man didn't stop him, and said with a smile: "Brother Ziyu! I didn't promise you......"

The Confucian in green shirt didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, he was about to pick some peach blossoms, but when he reached out to pick them, the peach blossoms instantly turned into dead branches, and a thick fog poured around him, and everything was quiet.

"Five Elements Array?" The corners of the Qingsheng Confucian mouth rose, thinking that this kind of formation also wants to trap me, don't you know that my Confucian is the leader of easy learning.

The green-shirted Confucian underestimated this seemingly familiar Five Elements Array, and failed to break the formation several times. This five-element array has been re-improved, integrating Yin and Yang and Qimen Dunjia, as well as the Guigu stunt. The formation always changes suddenly when the trapped person finds the way to crack it, life and death are all in one thought, virtual and real, true and false, different from person to person, and there is no trace to be found.

After several times, he couldn't crack it, and the green-shirted Confucian said loudly: "Old ghost, I admit defeat!" ”

The old man sitting in the air smiled and said, "Brother Ziyu, don't try it again?" ”。

"Don't try!" The green-shirted Confucian said helplessly.

The old man waved his sleeves, the white mist gradually dissipated, the peach blossoms were still blooming, and the dark fragrance was floating.

The green-shirted Confucian floated in front of the old man and said with a smile: "You old thing, hiding here, just to design this harmful formation?" ”。

The old man in black did not answer the question of the Confucian in the green shirt, but instead asked the young man in white on the side, "Brother Zixiu, what do you think?" ”。

Born from the heart, endlessly. This array is not unsolvable, let me try.

The young man in white flew away, and at the moment when he approached the peach blossoms, a thick white mist surged around him, and he was silent.

The young man in white closed his eyes and stretched out his hand, clamped a peach blossom between his fingertips, and rose into the air.

The old man nodded and smiled: "Do nothing, wander freely, it is really flawless."

The green-shirted Confucian looked at the peach blossoms sandwiched between his fingertips, and said in surprise: "Zhou Zixiu, how did you do it?" ”。

The young man in white and the old man in black looked at each other and smiled, laughing carefree and innocent.

Only the green-shirted Confucian with a puzzled face didn't know why, and scolded: "His grandmother's, why is it always me who is injured?" ”。

The old man in black said: "Brother Ziyu, this is a loss of your Confucian demeanor!" ”

The young man in white said with a smile: "Brother Ziyu, after all, he has become the kind of person he hated the most when he was young, it is the one who has seen everything in the world and finally becomes a layman."

The two laughed again.

The Confucian in the green shirt looked bitter and speechless. With a long sigh, he said, "People still have to grow up, don't they?" ”

The old man in black put away his smile and said, "You and I have spent our lives exhausted, and we are not as transparent as our sons, so I'm ashamed!" ”

The young man in white glanced at the thin old man and asked, "Sir, since you have no intention of becoming an immortal, how can you be ashamed?" ”

The old man in black slowly got up, stood with his hands in his hands, was silent for a long time, and said: "As your master said to me back then, I have been scheming all my life, living in the fog, and I am not bright enough, I really don't want to fly, but I don't dare and can't, and I am ashamed to ......."

"Okay, old ghost Wang, don't be presumptuous, heaven and earth are still at fault, and people are also at fault? Do what you have to do, and don't care about the good and evil of your mother" The Confucian student in the green shirt was unscrupulous, and asked the young man in white instead: "Do you say that is so reasonable?" ”

The young man in white just smiled and didn't say anything.

The Confucian in green shirts no longer talked about these big truths, and asked: "Old ghost, can you borrow this peach blossom?" ”

"That's it, that's it, I'll borrow you," the old man shook his head helplessly.

Seeing this, the Confucian in green shirts sneered: "Look at it, borrowing you a few peach blossoms is like asking for your life, and it's too childish, how can you have the demeanor of an immortal, no wonder you can't fly."

"Brother Ziyu, don't make fun of the old decay, it's not that I'm reluctant, this peach blossom blooms every ten years, and the gold is precious," the old man in black explained.

"Don't talk about these useless things, I'll make a few jugs of wine, I won't need much," he said and ran towards the peach tree.

The young man in white looked at the old man's distressed appearance and said with a smile: "This flower is blooming everywhere, and it is not necessarily a good thing, and it must be repaired properly."

The old man in black turned to look at the young man in white, thoughtfully, and said after a while: "You also know that the old decay only cares about planting trees, no matter whether it blooms, whether the flower is good or bad, it is all up to them to realize, and the old decay is beyond the reach of the whip!" ”

"In this way, whether this flower is alive or dead, you don't have to ask?" The young man in white suddenly seemed to be a different person, and said in a deep voice.

"If it's not too bad, the old decay that can be rescued will still be saved, and as for the rotten ones, they can only be left to fend for themselves, but if they happen to be seen by the decay, I can't sit idly by even if I sacrifice my life" The old man in black seemed to have a normal tone, with a firmness that could not be refuted.

The two watched the green-shirted Confucian shuttling between the peach trees, and invariably remained silent.

After about half a pillar of incense, the Confucian in green shirts turned around and returned.

Holding a handful of pink peach petals in his hand, he was extremely delicate, and said to the old man in black: "Old ghost, thank you!" ”

The old man in black smiled and nodded.

"Sir, then we'll go, take care of yourself......" The young man in white arched his hand.

"Take care of ...... two"

The old man watched the two leave, and his face suddenly became gloomy. Even the white mist on Yunlong Mountain became thick in an instant.