The wind of the ancient road sends the willows to float, and the green mountains and green waters are more delicate.

The winding streams are green, overlapping and overlapping peaks and peaks are high.

There are many changes in the past and present, and the rich and the poor are anxious.

Year after year, with the wind, dead and alive.

Piaoranzi rode the bull fiercely, along the rugged mountain road, walking alone, so not lonely. Thinking about the years in Shucheng, although they worked hard, they were also happy with Murong Yan, Ji Ling and other ghosts. This time away, such years, will remain in a vague dream again.

The peak turns around, out of the depths of Jinyun Mountain, I see many people under the mountain from a distance, and I see the fireworks in the world of Yuzhou again.

Along the mountain road, further north, I heard the sound of mountain songs, and looked ahead, but in the depths of the dense forest, there was a group of woodcutters who were collecting firewood.

In March, it is Qingming, peach, plum, poplar, willow and green.

Shinong industry and commerce often come and go, and the ancients heard it clearly.

Zitui cuts the meat and respects the ear, and Baode Wengong is the dragon court.

As soon as he ascended the throne, he forgot his book and burned his son to push the remnants of his life.

Zitui lost his mother's life, and since then Dai Liu has lived Qingming.

People don't take willows during the Qingming Festival, and they die and become a big yellow dog.

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When the song came, Piaoranzi's heart was excited, and he rode the ox past the edge of the dense forest, and the woodcutters, seeing him riding a six-legged strange ox, pointed and pointed.

Piao Ranzi didn't care, he thought about going to Nanshan Sect to cultivate immortals, he only had eighteen spring and autumn seasons in the world, he studied Confucianism, and he didn't know what to cultivate and become an immortal. These days, dealing with Buddhism, ghosts, demons, and gods, especially Murong Yan, told him a lot of things about the fairy world, but he was a little fascinated, go up to Taihe Mountain to see.

Who said that mountain songs are easy to sing, and it is difficult to speak?

Who said that the peach is delicious and the tree is difficult to carry?

Who said that indica rice is delicious and difficult to grow?

Who said that carp is delicious and difficult to lift?

The group of woodcutters, seeing the ancient road on the hillside, rode by on a bull, and sang a rough mountain song, singing here and there:

Zhang Guo said that mountain songs are easy to sing, and it is difficult to open his mouth,

The flower picker said that the peach is delicious and the tree is difficult to plant,

The farmer said that indica rice is delicious and difficult to plant,

The fishman said that the carp was delicious and the net was difficult to lift.

Here another woodcutter shouted:

Where to find Zhang Guolao?

Where to find a flower girl?

Where to find a farmer?

Where to find a fisherman?

Piaoranzi listened to the mountain song, heroic and powerful, and walked slowly.

In the middle of the sky, I went to find Zhang Guolao,

Pan Taoyuan went to find a flower girl,

Indica paddy fields to find a farmer,

The Yangtze River went to find a fisherman.

Here he asked again:

What kind of Zhang Guolao?

What kind of flower picker?

What kind of farmer?

What kind of fisherman?

"Interestingly, these woodcutters are also enjoying themselves. Piaoranzi passed through the dense forest, and the song behind him came again:

Zhang Guolao, who is holding a fishing drum in his eyes,

A flower picker with thin eyebrows and thin eyes and a crooked waist,

The farmer who wields a sickle and cuts rice with rough hands and feet,

A fisherman wandering in the waves.

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The sound of the mountain song gradually spread far away, and Piaoranzi rode the bull to the foot of the mountain and embarked on the road to the east.

The sun became more and more dazzling and bright, and as soon as noon, Piaozi left the village in the corner of the mountain, and at the end of the road, several forks were placed in front of him.

"Is that the path to Taihe Mountain?" Piao Ranzi looked around, just right, two people came from the north, the aisle was shaky, hey, it was still two drunkards.

The drunkard also had to ask for directions, Piao Ranzi turned over and got off the back of the cow, covered the two cloth bags and covered the wings of the cow, stood on the side of the road, saw the two of them walk in, bowed down and saluted: "Uncle, brother, may I ask how many forks in the road, which one is going to Ezhou Taihe Mountain?"

The two drunkards, both with red faces and purple faces, seemed to have drunk a lot. A man in his forties, with a crane-topped turtle back, tiger body and dragon gills, green eyebrows and phoenix eyes, trimmed neck and cheeks, beard fluttering, wearing a Huayang scarf, wearing a green shirt and soap silk, carrying two swords behind him, his hands are dusty, his demeanor is majestic, and he is a chic Taoist immortal.

The young boy, also dressed in a long blue shirt, but tattered, with a wide belt, holding two large clappers in his hands, one in his boots and the other barefoot, laughed with each other and staggered. Suddenly, I saw an old man standing on the side of the road, asked the two for directions, and both stopped, squinted drunken eyes, and looked at Piaoranzi.

"Two righteous men, may I ask which is the way to Taihe Mountain?" Piao Ranzi watched them look at himself, so he had to ask again.

A bottle of turbid wine is against the white clouds, and fame and fortune are difficult to detain the hearts of the world.

I don't get tired of seeing wild birds and mountain flowers, but where do they get rid of the red dust?

The elder Taoist priest said, looked at the ragged young man and said with a smile: "What do you guess this young man is going to do in Taihe Mountain?"

Listening to him recite a poem, and not showing the way, Piaoranzi was angry: Why is this man so rude?

The ragged young man smiled and said: "Fellow Daoist, then you still need to ask, isn't it good that he wants to worship under your sect and visit the Great Dao of Enlightenment." ”

"Hahaha, Lan and Shirt Daoists, you can hear it" The Taoist priest shook off the dust and read again:

Where to find a happy nest, the inch field and the house surround the clear waves.

Kill the years with a few pots of wine, and sing a song of pride and smoke.

The world is not bound by fame and fortune, and there are more styles in the mountains.

The poor man dreams of the dust, who is the Zen machine hidden Taihe?

"Lu ・・・・・・ replied, you said that the inch-field ruler house is around Qingbo, how does he understand?" said the blue-shirted young man with a smile. "I think you really drank too much, just like you, how will you go to the peach banquet in the future?"

"The two of you are invited" Piao Ranzi saw that they were talking crazy, so he had to ask one last time: "Let me ask, which way is to go to Wudang Taihe Mountain?" If you two know, please specify, thank you here." ”

"Hehe, Taihe Mountain, is my brother going to enter the Taoist Immortals?" called the Taoist priest Lu Hui, this time he stood firm, and looked at Piaoranzi again.

"Yes, I want to go into the mountains to learn the Tao, didn't Taihe Mountain send a list of summoning immortals? Piaoranzi replied.

"Okay, you and I are destined" Lu Hui opened a pair of phoenix eyes and looked at Piaoranzi: "I know you, yours, all these years, are you okay?"

This sentence was asked by Piaoranzi without a head or brain, so he had to say: "This Dao Immortal, you must be ・・・・・・ drunk, I don't know Zunjia." ”

"He's drunk," said the blue-shirted boy, "how do you know him?

"Of course you don't know. I knew him a thousand years ago. Daoist Lu Hui smiled: "Don't you come for a thousand years, don't come unharmed?"

"Dao Immortal, excuse me. "Piao Ranzi can't be around with them anymore, and he gets on the back of the cow. This Taoist priest is crazy and crazy, like a mad monk who helps Jigong, so he has to go.

"Walk slowly" Daoist Lu Hui stood in front of Niu Meng: "Little brother, don't be annoyed. The mountain people greeted you kindly, and I remembered that although I have seen you, you have never seen me, and you should not know me. ”

"I also asked Dao Xian to show the way. Fluttering Zi Niu arched his hand on his back.

"We're going to Taihe Mountain, let's still go the same way. Because I drank a few more drinks at noon and delayed the trip, I only came here, since we have a fate, let's go together," Lu Hui said.

"Alright, let's go here. "Piaoranzi got off the back of the ox and passed with the two.

The three of them exchanged names and surnames. This young man in tattered clothes was surnamed Lan and called Lan Xian, and the Taoist priest was named Lu Hui.

"Young Master Chu, why do you want to go to cultivate immortals?

"When I mention the past, I feel sad, and I am sad to fall to the end of the world. Piao Ranzi said: "I have a rough life, I met three old immortals on the road, and when it comes to Taihe Shannan Immortal Sect recruiting Taoist disciples, I'll take a look." If you can cultivate the Immortal Dao Technique, you will enter the Southern Immortal faction. ”。