After bidding farewell to the capital, Qi Wufu took the child around, visited the mountain gods, visited the earth, and walked from south to north, seeing a lot of scenery along the way, the child asked him, who was the second person to visit, Qi Wufu did not answer directly, but took him step by step.

The first step has left the city where it was before, the second step has been thousands of miles away, and the sky has fallen patches of snow, flying and falling, the child stretched out his hand, caught the sky, the snowflakes that fell one by one, his eyes widened, the bottom of his eyes were full of brilliance, he looked into the distance, and saw that the mountains in this area were towering, the mountains were steep and sharp, like spears and sharp swords, which made people subconsciously have a chill.

The child's eyes widened, and he wondered, "This is ......"

"This is where an old friend of mine lives in seclusion."

The black-robed emperor pulled him step by step through the rugged mountains and rocks and the earth, and said: "He is my old friend, he has shown his talent at a young age, he is lonely in this life, his father and brother have all stood in front of him, and in the end he still walked step by step to his end." ”

"He is a well-deserved leader of the soldiers."

"The world's famous general, the mighty king of the human race."

The child's eyes suddenly lit up and said, "I know! ”

"When I used to go to eat delicious food, there were people there who were telling stories, saying that the mighty king of the eighteenth cavalry broke the enemy city, the king of martial arts destroyed the Buddha, and the mighty king Jing was difficult to clear the king's side!" He was full of curiosity about things he hadn't experienced before, and he said all these things in one breath like a treasure, and his eyes lit up.

It seems that no child can ignore the stories and legends of these heroes.

Qi Wufu smiled slightly, he didn't tell this kid the bitterness and sacrifice behind the countless heroic legends, he just touched his hair and said softly: "Go, go meet him." ”

So the boy went to visit the mighty king Li Zhai.

But I was a little disappointed.

The legendary hero, who wears armor and is full of spirit, is now full of gray hair, and because he practiced the mixed and fierce power of human luck back then, his face has wrinkles, and his body is no longer as majestic as it once was, and he seems to be an ordinary old man.

"Oh? Did your teacher ask you to come and see me? ”

Li Zhai asked him with a smile.

The little boy saluted respectfully, and said in a crisp voice: "I'm not a disciple of my predecessors." ”

"It's just that senior, he did ask me to ask you."

Li Zhai smiled dumbly and said, "Is he also so hard-mouthed?" ”

The white-haired old man, who seemed to have bent his waist a little, and was not as straight as a spear like a spear, sat on the stone, casually put the fishing rod he had just used for fishing beside him, and then stretched out his hand, patted the stone with a layer of hoarfrost next to it, let the child sit down, and asked freely:

"Tell me, what are you going to ask me?"

The child's eyes lit up, and he subconsciously leaned forward and said, "I want to hear those stories!" Let's talk about the great victory of the demon clan, and the story of sweeping the countries! ”

Li Zhai was dumbfounded and said with a smile: "Do you want to hear these stories?" But my story may disappoint you. ”

The child was puzzled and said, "Why? ”

Li Zhai said softly: "Because the real me, not like the story sung outside, fearless of everything, brave and invincible, I will also be afraid......" He told his own story, about his former comrade, who died in front of him just a few days later, and told about driving the mount to rush forward to kill, and the soldiers' luck array connected each other, and flesh and blood flew everywhere.

More real, more simple, nothing to predict the enemy, no victory in hand.

As if it was a gamble, every battle had to gamble on his life, with fear, he resolutely rushed forward, and shouted in the sky after victory, which was to express the joy of victory, but also to express the fear and fear suppressed in his heart, this child listened to it in a daze, the real heroic story is not so elegant, this is with the bloody smell of blood and blades, with the swords colliding with the sparks, is the story of iron and fire.

He was stunned and said, "Since you are afraid, do you want to move forward?" ”

Li Zhai laughed and said, "What a child." ”

The palm of the hand, which was once accustomed to holding weapons and killing, rubbed the top of the child's head, and said, "It is precisely because of fear that we have to do these things, we are all afraid, aren't the people even more afraid?" Holding weapons, opening up the way for those unarmed people behind us, and defending the country is what soldiers do. ”

The child muttered, "What the soldiers do......"

Li Zhai rubbed the child's hair, with a gentle look on his old face, and said:

"Before you decide to do it, you have to know why you're doing it."

"What we fight for is more important than the fight and the fight itself."

"Why Fight......

"Yes."

Li Zhai squatted down, his old but not cloudy eyes with a gentle smile, and he looked at the child at eye level, he stretched out his finger and pointed at his heart, and said, "You can only get the answer to this question yourself." ”

"But for now......"

Li Zhai raised his head, looked into the distance, and said with a laugh: "Qi Wufu, I have already answered your apprentice's question, since you are here, come and drink a few jars of spirits with me, don't just think about running away!" ”

The black-robed Taoist said gently: "Naturally. ”

Like a sword, spear, sword and halberd erected, pointing to the open space in the middle of the mountain rock of the sky, a fire was raised, the prey that was brought was simply dealt with, and it was roasted on this bonfire, the little boy held a rabbit leg and gnawed on it, eating with a mouth full of oil, on both sides of the bonfire, the black-robed Taoist and the white-haired famous general sat and drank each other.

They drank from altar to altar.

The sound of the collision is crisp.

They talked about the past, about the disguise in the Zhongzhou Mingzhen Dao Alliance, about the sharp edge of the past, mentioning that the identity was hidden that day, pretending to be the Taoist who came to answer the confusion, and the white-haired general pointed at the black-robed emperor opposite and laughed.

They talk about the past, they drink jar after jar of wine, and they don't seem to get drunk.

The white-haired soldier leader lowered his eyes, held the wine jar in one hand, touched the wine jar with the emperor in front of him, and murmured: "Respect you are too Xuanwei, hold a sword alone, and dare to enter the demon clan." ”

The black-robed emperor raised his neck to drink, and said: "Respect to your soldier Li Zhai, who bears the armor and points the gun at the emperor." ”

"Respect your master, open nine monuments, and preach ten thousand laws."

"Respect the mighty King Wu, Ping Kyushu, one country under heaven."

They drank from altar to altar, and the words they uttered were light and magnificent.

The kid was speechless.

In the end, the leader of the soldier seemed to be drunk, and sat there in a drunken daze, leaning on the bluestone, leaning on his neck, drinking to himself, and said, "Good wine, good drunk......"

"In the last day, I can still get drunk with you, Zhai Yu's wish is enough."

"Farewell today, other day, maybe there will be no goodbye day."

The boy raised his head and saw that the black-robed Taoist had a calm expression, as if he had understood all this.

I couldn't help but say, "Mighty King, can't you live forever?" ”

The white-haired celebrity stretched out his finger and pointed at him, couldn't help laughing, and said: "It's really just a child, didn't I say it just now, why do these things, more valuable than these things themselves!" ”

He staggered to his feet, lifted the wine jug, spread his arms, and when he was drunk, he staggered, raised the wine jar and pointed to the sky, and suddenly there was pride in the sky, and said, "My life!" ”

"Betraying the dynasty, attacking the country, killing people, killing demons, slaughtering immortals, destroying Buddha!"

"Sweeping the ...... World"

"Reign over the nations!"

In just three sentences, a splashing pride, but it is already soaring to the sky, the old man with white hair and wrinkles on his face, his eyes are blazing like fire, showing the arrogance that makes the little boy enough to be engraved for life, and then he leans up his neck and drinks, and says:

"My father is broken because of me, and my brother is judged because of me."

"The Sifang Sect Temple is extinct because of me."

"One will succeed and ten thousand bones will wither, this body will conquer all directions, how many robes, die in front of me, they will fight with me, how can I abandon them, abandon that era, and embark on the so-called road of immortality alone...... It's not right, it's not right, I led them into battle, and I said they went first, and my brother came later. ”

The white-haired general looked at the child and said, "My time is in the past, and I belong to that era." ”

"I started that troubled world with my own hands, and I should draw the final ending for it with my death."

"One life of grievances, it is enough for Li Zhai to live only this life."

"Enough fun, enough hearty, enough to be stormy!"

The white-haired Li Zhai picked up the wine, with a drunken face and a free and easy smile.

The black-robed Taoist carried the wine jar with a gentle expression.

One last touch, tilt your neck, and drink it all.

Turn away and never look back.

"Farewell!"

The child was stunned, as if shocked, turned around, and saw that the white hair, the back was bent, and the eyebrows were sharp, but it was more heroic than the invincible mighty king in the story, and he was a real hero who was really facing this fate and the times.

He may never forget this mighty king again.

The New Year's festival passed, the spring day is coming, the spring breeze is blowing, the willow branches and leaves are shaking, the river that was originally frozen in the north is gradually melting, restoring its original appearance, the frost on the river surface is broken, and then when the river flows, it flows into the distance, ups and downs, and when it collides, the sound of broken ice is fine and beautiful.

Then summer came, and it was the time when the flowers were in full bloom and flourishing everywhere.

The summer has passed, the weather has become cooler, the autumn breeze is cool, and everything is withering.

Along the way, Qi Wufu took the child to many places, went to the country of all souls, met the beautiful Lord of all souls, went to the shore of the East China Sea, and saw the ancient dragon in the undersea Dragon Palace; He even waded through the Yellow Spring, and in his sleep, he went to the netherworld.

On this day, the black-robed emperor took him to the capital city of Zhongzhou, walked through the streets and alleys, pointed to the Lianyang Temple and talked about the past, pointed to the streets, and talked about what this street was like in the past thousand years, saying that there was once a medicine shed here, and there was once a stall owner with a broken arm over there, and the sesame cakes sold were delicious.

It is said that starting from the direction of the castle tower and spreading all the way to the bridge, it is a place where stalls are allowed, and when there is no curfew at night, it is always brightly lit and full of life.

Every day, the monks of the temples play iron signs or wooden fish to report the dawn through the door, and the Zhumen Bridge market will be opened. At that time, the restaurant lit more lamps and candles to sell, each serving was only 20 yuan, and porridge and rice snacks.

There may also be people who sell facial cleanser and decoction of soup and tea medicine until dawn.

When the boy came back, he saw the black-robed emperor raise his eyes, and walked across the bridge that had a history of more than 1,000 years, and on the other side of the bridge, there was an old tree, the tree was very large, the branches were abundant, and there was a stone chessboard under the tree, and the traces of a thousand years ago were still clear.

A young man sat there, as if waiting for something, holding a chess piece in his hand, and suddenly felt the shadow falling in front of him, and raised his eyes happily, but saw that it was not the person he was waiting for, but a man in a black robe, with a very good bearing, and the young man's face was joyful to take it back, and he regretted it again, but he was not rude.

The black-robed emperor said, "This chess game seems to have a long history. ”

When the young man waited for the others, he was not rude, and said with a smile: "Yes, it is said that it was a thousand years ago, and it is the beginning of the chess fortune of Zhongzhou Mansion City, and therefore, there are many chess players in this Mansion City." ”

Qi Wufu saw that there was a wound on his forehead.

The young man also noticed the sight of the person in front of him, touched his forehead, and smiled a little embarrassedly: "Mr. saw it, haha, I am not a scar left by fighting with others, this is a birthmark, born with it." ”

"The fortune teller said that it was I who collided with Tianque in my previous life and burned my forehead to Tianhuo, so I left this birthmark, which can't be erased."

"However, it was noon when I was born, and it rained heavily."

"My mother always said that this is already turning evil into good, and everything in the past must be written off."

The young man smiled and said, "If Mr. is also waiting for someone, why don't you play a game of chess?" ”

The black-robed emperor bowed his head gently, gladly agreed, his eyes swept over the chess game, and said: "Then, I'll hold the chess piece first......" He pinched the chess piece, dropped it gently, and landed on the chessboard, his voice was crisp, and the young man recognized the trend, recognized it, but was a little surprised, and said with a smile:

"This is a famous story from ancient times, but there are more variants, and I happened to study it before."

The willow tree shook, the branches cast a shadow on the chessboard, the black-robed emperor and the young man with a birthmark on his forehead played chess, one son and one son, fell on the chessboard, the sound was crisp, it seemed that it was because it was a remnant of the past after all, and the young man really had a lot of research, but in the end he won, and when the last son was played, there was a woman in white on the trail pacing with an umbrella.

The clothes he wore were the chess moves of the officials in the city, with a delicate face and a demure temperament.

Holding an umbrella in one hand to shield himself from the sun, holding a chess game in the other, pacing over, the young man who was playing chess with Qi Wufu got up, his eyes were happy, the black-robed Taoist raised his fingers, looked at the fragments of the chess game, and said gently: "Yes, sir, you won." ”

The young man was immersed in the encounter with his sweetheart, but when he heard the words, he subconsciously said:

"Xiaosheng's surname is Long, and he can't afford to be a gentleman."

But when I raised my eyes again, the black-robed man who was playing chess was already missing under the tree, and I couldn't help but be depressed, slightly stunned, and in a trance, it seemed that I had once been here to play chess with the black-robed man, but when was that?

But I don't remember anymore.

He is no longer obsessed with this matter, but just happily talks about what will happen after that.

And under the autumn sun, Qi Wufu pulled the child to walk slowly, and when he walked to the city tower, it happened to be an autumn afternoon, the sun was warm and lazy, so that all living beings were lazy, including the stone statues on both sides of the city gate, mocking wind and Jiaotu were lazily basking in the sun as they had been thousands of years ago, but suddenly saw the black-robed man, and he was stunned.

The mocking tone stammered, and said, "Qi Qi, Qi Wufu?!! ”

Jiaotu's eyes widened: "Hmm?!! Qi Wufu?!! Little Taoist! ”

They were happy, Qi Wufu took the child up the city tower, and greeted him happily, saying, "You are here!" ”

"Well, here we are."

Qi Wufu sat in the middle of the statues of Mocking Wind and Jiaotu, and the little boy tentatively got down, and finally made sure that he would not step on the tiles at some inclined angles, so he slid down with a grunt, and then he was relieved and sat here.

Jiao Tu said happily: "Little Taoist, you have reached the time when you can accept little Taoist!" ”

On the contrary, the child was embarrassed, but although he was embarrassed, he still said very seriously:

"No, no, no."

"I'm not a disciple of my predecessors."

"Huh? Don't you want to? ”

Jiaotu's words directly hit the little boy.

Mocking Wind asked, "What have you been doing all these years?" ”

The black-robed Taoist sat here quietly and said, "I'm busy with something boring but necessary." ”

Mocking Wind thought for a moment and said, "Really? ”

"You've got a lot of trouble with that, too."

Qi Wufu laughed and said, "Yes." ”

Mocking Wind said very generously: "Then you are here, accompany us to watch the sky and the wind, I will share them with you!" ”

The black-robed emperor sat here, quietly looking at the wind and clouds, just like when he was a teenager, talking idly about what he had and didn't have, mocking the wind and Jiaotu about what had happened in the capital city of Zhongzhou over the years, saying who and whose children were out, saying that they were young and had no guesses, saying that they grew up, saying that they parted, and finally came back.

The sun was warm and lazy, but it was gradually sinking westward, and the clouds appeared.

Mocking Wind suddenly laughed loudly: "Hahahaha, little Taoist, and little Taoist." ”

"You're in luck!"

"Qi Wufu, do you remember? I remember telling you before. ”

"The scenery of this day is different, sometimes when the light of the sun is blocked, the clouds become a colorful sunset, and the light of the setting sun shines out from the gap in this cloud, like a layer of pillars of light falling on this road, I remember saying at that time, there is such a sunset, I must call you."

"There have been several times over the years, five, six, seven, eight, many, many times, but you're not here!"

"It's nice that there is wind, clouds, and beautiful light today, and you are here!"

Qi Wufu looked at the glow in the sky, blowing the wind, the black hair on his sideburns rose back, and said gently:

"Hmm...... Oh, yes. ”

"Great," he said. ”

The little boy over there was already happy and excited, and said, "It's so beautiful! ”

The sunset was bright and gentle, and after a long time, Qi Wufu took the child to say goodbye and left, and when they left, mocking wind and Jiaotu shouted, saying: "Qi Wufu, Qi Wufu!" ”

The black-robed emperor stood still and looked sideways at the two of them with a gentle expression.

Jiao Tu asked loudly and said, "Have you become an immortal?!" ”

They still blessed loudly as they did back then: "Qi Wu Confusion, Qi Wu Confusion!" ”

"You have to practice hard and become an immortal!"

The black-robed emperor waved his hand at them, smiled and agreed, and walked away in the sound of their blessings, walking through the clear night of the starry river, walking through the mountains and rivers, and when the leaves withered and the snow fell on the mountain, he took the child to the small town, and the small courtyard in the past seemed to be as it was a thousand years ago.

The chain of the house was locked, he stretched out his hand, opened the chain, in the yard, the cold plum of the year is the same as in the past, but it is in full bloom today, just like that year, under the plum tree, the black-robed emperor stretched out his hand, when the wind blew, the plum tree shook slightly, and a petal fell in his palm.

Qi Wufu smiled slightly, held the petals, turned around, looked at the immature young man, and said:

"Let's go."

The little boy nodded, just thinking that he was going to meet someone, he followed Qi Wufu out of the town, and walked along the path to the mountain road, Tao Taigong did not have the talent to practice after all, he took the pill and immortal wine, and extended his life for five hundred years, and he was reincarnated five hundred years ago, and there seemed to be not many old people in this place.

The trees have been replaced for an unknown number of generations, and the descendants of the original little fawn spirit are no longer there.

Only the bluestone of the year is still there, the sunset is long red, and there are many mountain gods, just on this bluestone, preaching and preaching, and turning into living beings, but let this mountain, there are many strange beasts walking and going, compared to the year, it is more prosperous, and because this place is Qi Wufu Dojo, there are no demons and immortals here, it is a rare pure blessed land.

The child followed the black-robed emperor all the way, but after several turns, he saw a Taoist temple in the depths of this mountain forest.

Good Taoist view, but see where it is, the scenery is gorgeous, the smoke is scattered, and the sun and moon shake the light.

Thousands of old cypresses, ten thousand knots to repair the fence. Thousands of old cypresses, with rain in the middle of the sky; Ten thousand festivals are repaired, and the smoke is pale. Strange flowers outside the door, the grass by the bridge is fragrant. The stone cliff is abrupt and mossy, and the hanging wall is high and green and long. When I hear the cranes, I see the phoenix soaring.

When the crane chirps, the sound vibrates Jiugao Xiao Hanyuan; The phoenix soars, and the feathers are colorful and cloudy.

The white deer of the ape is hidden, and the golden lion and jade elephant are hidden.

Where has this kid ever seen such a pure blessed land, his eyes are distracted, look here, look there, as if he can't see enough, and say, "Senior, where is this?!" ”

Qi Wufu stretched out his hand, just like Fuziqiu and Li Zhai, pointed to his heart, and replied:

"It's a place of monasticism."

"It's Lingtai Fangcun Mountain, and it's the three-star cave of the oblique moon."

The child was not able to understand the truth, the black-robed emperor smiled, pushed open the door of the Taoist temple, and there was a big ding inside that burned smoke, pure and natural, he turned around, looked around at the young man who had already seen his eyes, paused, and said gently:

"Would you like to be my disciple?"

The kid was stunned for a moment, and immediately reacted.

He tidied up his clothes, knelt in front of the Taoist in accordance with the most solemn etiquette in the world, and bowed three times.

Qi Wufu folded his hands in front of him and watched him salute with a calm expression.

The Bodhi fruit ripened for a year, traveled in spring, summer, autumn and winter, walked all over the world, and the Qingwei Daojun of the Daomen accepted a disciple.

He reached out and gently pressed his palm on the top of the boy's head.

White Yujing in the sky, five cities on the twelfth floor.

The immortals caressed my top, and my hair was immortalized.

In a gentle voice, he said:

"There is no confusion for the teacher, this place is an inch."

"You are the first disciple of the teacher, and perhaps the only disciple."

"Because of your heels, give you a number—"

Qi Wufu's voice paused.

The green smoke curls, the bells and drums in the Taoist temple happen to ring, the smoke surges, and the color flows, as if embracing the name.

"Bodhi."

(End of chapter)