Ten years have passed, and time has passed.

In the past, the baby boy born in the Asoka Temple has grown into a young man in Zhilan Yushu, full of poetry and books, familiar with the Five Classics, a dragon flying phoenix dance book imitated Wang Xizhi's post, but also has both form and spirit, bone strength and horizontal, in the Tao clan studies, no one dares to underestimate this posterity. Tao Zhenbao and his wife cherish such a smart and diligent son-in-law.

Tao Hongjing likes to run to his father's study the most, and get into those humanities and geographies, ghosts and gods, and his father has ordered him to stop him several times, so he sneaks in while his father is discussing politics outside the house.

He looked around at no one, and entered the study like a smoke, closing the doors and windows. Pacing in front of the mahogany bookcase, glancing at the rows of books in his eyes, he paused suddenly, and the words "Legend of the Immortals" came into view, attracting his attention.

He whispered, "That's wonderful." Lightly pulled out this "Legend of the Immortals" from it, climbed to the Taishi chair in front of the desk and sat upright, as soon as he opened it, he was attracted by the images of the gods drawn in the book, and his soul had already been hooked by the book, and he didn't know that the little guy in the house had already rummaged through the mansion in order to find him.

Tao Hongjing turned another chapter, hungry and thirsty fantasizing about the scene of the Heavenly Palace and Kunlun in the book, "...... Queen Mother of the West" He silently read out, and suddenly a faint sorrow surged in his body, like missing, like remembering, he didn't know where this emotion came from, the next second he covered his head in pain, trembling on the Taishi chair, he let out a wailing sound, but it didn't attract anyone's attention, it turned out that everyone in the house was afraid that he missed the curfew time, and they went out of the house to find him.

After a while, he fell into a fainting, and an ancient memory that did not belong to his life at all came flooding in his consciousness, pieced together into incomplete fragments, Tao Hongjing's eyes were torn apart, and he was extremely painful, trying to see the vision clearly in this ethereal dream.

The fog in the dream slowly lifts like a picture scroll, and here is a place surrounded by mountains, with peaks and peaks, and the top of the mountain goes straight into the clouds, which is not real. Not far away, a woman in white with a flurry of clothes, with a graceful and curly figure, her eyebrows are full of grace and luxury, and she has a dignified and strict look, sitting in front of a huge furnace, pinching the trick in her hand, her beautiful eyes are closed, and her thick eyelashes are lined with skin as clean as jade.

She seemed to feel someone snooping, opened her eyes, her eyes flowed, and she said coquettishly, "Get up!" ”

A cyan light and shadow rushed out of the constantly vibrating Dan furnace, bursting with a green glow like starlight, and a five-toed dragon hung in the air, chasing Fuguang, the sound shook the sky, and the woman's lips had a smile, shining like a spring flower, "Back!" Another command, the dragon is extremely spiritual, turned back and coiled to the woman's side, this person is a dragon, like a painting, like a fairyland.

When Tao Hongjing woke up, night fell, there was no scenery of the sacred mountain around him, a beautiful woman, he rubbed his sleepy eyes, and sighed, if he could see it with his own eyes, he must be a unique figure in the world.

Since then, the fairy mountain in his dream has become a piece of his heart, and he has asked around about the mountains of the world, and in the blink of an eye, five years have passed in a hurry.

The fifteen-year-old boy secretly left home to ask about the mountains on this day, and leisurely took a personal servant on the road. Tao Hongjing rode a horse, stopping and stopping all the way, expressing his affection for the landscape, so unhappy.

The road passed through the Maoshan Mountain, and wrote a "Seeking the Mountain" on a whim: the ease of the world is to find the mountain with a cane......

A person was lying in the grass and tasting wine, and when he saw Tao Hongjing's warm face and brilliant writing, he asked, "Where did Xiaoyou come from?" ”

Tao Hongjing saw that the Taoist was drunk, full of wine, sloppy, and a little resistant, he wanted to turn around and leave, but suddenly found that the Taoist priest had gone around in front of him, leaving only an afterimage in the same place, which shocked Tao Hongjing and the scholar dumbfounded, and hurriedly said: "This immortal master, the younger Tao Hongjing, came from Jiankang City, admired the Qing Sect on Maoshan for a long time, and came to visit with the scholar. ”

When the old Taoist heard this, he looked closely, but he saw a faint blue light in the young man's dantian, and the Tao family boy ...... Fifteen years ago, he had the impression that this old Taoist was not someone else, it was Tao Hongjing's Maoshan Taoist priest who was born in Xianghe, Sun Youyue.

The two talked, and Sun Youyue learned about Tao Hongjing's heart and looked for the fairy mountain in his dream.

"Among my Daomen, there are many classics and genres, among which there are many celebrities in Xianshan. Would you like to enter my Dao Gate and practice the Dao Dharma with me? If it bothers you, there is a way to resolve it. Sun Youyue looked at the young man.

Tao Hongjing groaned slightly, but still rejected Sun Youyue's kindness. Tao Zhenbao has always been a harsh reprimand for his son's idea of seeking mountains and asking questions, the ancestors of the Tao family have been officials for generations, and it is not surprising that Tao Hongjing naturally wants to enter the country to serve the country, although he has a heart to study the Tao, but he can't bear to go against the will of the elders.

Sun Youyue didn't force it, "You have a relationship with my Daomen, little friend, we will meet ourselves." I have a copy of "The Secret of the Upper Qing Finger", so I'll give it to you. ”

Tao Hongjing thanked him again, took this book of Taoist secrets, and when he raised his eyes again, the Taoist person had already drifted away.

Tao Hongjing didn't know that this book was the introductory cultivation foundation of the Shangqing Sect on Maoshan Mountain, and although the cultivation method taught in the book was only from Qi refining to the foundation building realm, it was the most critical step for mortals to become monks. The cultivation period of Qi refining is divided into nine layers, each layer is the process of the monk absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to refine his own body and meridians, and after nine times, the physique transforms into the foundation building realm.

That night, Tao Hongjing began to meditate and practice according to the cultivation method in the book, stopping thoughts, entering meditation, remembering, returning to light, pranayama, breathing, and guiding, after a series of actions, a wisp of aura entered the body from the holes around the body, but strange things happened, according to the book, after the aura entered the body, it should run along the meridians of the whole body for three to five days, so as to consolidate the foundation and cultivate the yuan, refine the meridians, and feel the wonder of yin and yang creation in breathing with heaven and earth. But now, as soon as the aura enters the body, it disappears without a trace like a mud cow entering the sea, and it still has no result after tossing for most of the night. Seeing that the east was white, and thinking that there were countless homework to be asked by the old master during the day, Tao Hongjing had to lie down and rest with a bitter face.

"Isn't he a waste of wood, and he can't cultivate the Tao at all?" Tao Hongjing laughed at himself.

More than a month later, another long night was coming to an end, and finally when the morning light was faint, a wisp of clear qi began to flow slowly in the body, Tao Hongjing was pleasantly surprised, but this cultivation speed was really a little discouraged.

The sun is beautiful and the wind is harmonious, it is the spring flowers are blooming, the clouds are raining, and the boundless scenery is full of fragrant flowers.

On this day, Tao Hongjing was shaking his head in the study and silently reciting the Chinese chapter of the book, but in the front yard hall was a lively scene of mixed entertainment.

It turned out that Tao Zhenbao invited two or three colleagues to meet friends with literature, and he was full of interest, and ordered a group of maids and servants to play the song water and flying flowers in the backyard garden. This kind of elegant thing is Tao Hongjing's favorite, and he can't wait to listen to the personal servant Shuyan tell him the poems in the garden, and secretly think about it.

Among these colleagues, one was extremely noble and was treated as a guest by Tao Baozhen.

"Can you see who the superior is?" Tao Hongjing asked the book inkstone.

"I heard the steward next to the master of the front yard talk, saying that it was Situ Zuo Changshi under the King of Jian'an, Wang Zhao." Shu Yan was extremely proud of his ability to find out the news, as if waiting for appreciation.

Jian'an Wang ...... He is not unfamiliar with this name, Liu Xiuren is the twelfth son of Emperor Wen, the emperor's most trusted brother, is a figure who can be a man of Wenneng Anbang and Wu Neng Dingjiang, and he is highly respected in the court. Situ Zuo Changshi is under his disciple, and his identity must be very prominent.

Tao Hongjing said that he wanted to take a look or two.

At this moment, two rounds of games in the back garden have passed, and the housekeeper is ready for the banquet, just waiting for Tao Zhenbao, the head of the house, to lead the guests to the table.

The dining room of Tao Mansion is spacious and bright, after everyone is seated, Tao Zhenbao toasts to the guests, with the help of Hao's, the delicacies on the table are all "not eaten from time to time", and the ingredients are extremely particular, and they are the freshest season to eat.

After three rounds of wine, Wang Zhao and Tao Zhenbao were quite drunk, Wang Zhao was handsome, dressed in fine blue silk, embroidered with bamboo leaf pattern of bronzing piping, lined with a lot younger, the two chatted freely from the poetry and history scriptures to Taoism and easy to reason, but they had their own words on the meaning of the trigram, Wang Zhao drank the wine in the cup and said, "Brother Tao, the trigram clearly refers to the sky, the great Qianyuan, the beginning of ten thousand materials." Although Tao Zhenbao was drunk, he was not confused about learning, he patted Wang Zhao on the shoulder, "Brother Wang, your interpretation is one-sided, this obviously refers to the meaning of the Ninth Five-Year Plan, which is the current scholar's yearning for entering the office." ”

During the banquet, everyone listened attentively and watched the dialectical arguments rise and fall.

Tao Hongjing heard the two arguing, and couldn't stay behind the curtain in the back hall any longer, so he entered the dining room and bowed, "Hello adults, the kid has a word, I don't know if I should say it?" ”

Tao Zhenbao was afraid that his son would collide with the guests, so he just wanted to refuse, but Wang Zhao raised his hand to stop him and let Tao Hongjing continue.

"The younger generation reads the Qiangua, combined with the later texts, and knows that all things in the world are born in accordance with nature, and there is yin and yang in all things, which is nature. Therefore, I think the mystery of the Qiangua refers to the independence of people's hearts, and people's hearts are independent, and it is natural to do things according to their own nature. ”

Seeing Tao Hongjing with such a stone and jade, and the descendants of Lie Song like a green, he couldn't help but stroke his palms, "Well said!" If you can have your own opinions, you can see that you are a serious reader. ”

Tao Hongjing was also happy, Wang Zhao took the opportunity to ask him to teach his sister-in-law Wang Hao to read, seeing his father bowing slightly, Tao Hongjing was grateful and agreed.

It is said that Wang Hao and Tao Hongjing are very close to each other, and under Tao Hongjing's teaching, their homework has made significant progress. This made Wang Zhao more appreciative of Tao Hongjing, and when the palace invited an official eunuch or a gathering of elegant scholars, he would bring Tao Hongjing.

On this day, Wang Hao asked Tao Hongjing to go to the banquet of Jian'an Palace, Tao Hongjing was the first time to see Liu Xiuren, the king of Jian'an, but there were many guests in the mansion, and he could only take a picture in front of King Jian'an.

When he got closer, it turned out to be a young lady with pink carvings and jade carvings, and a beautiful and fragrant young lady, holding a brocade bag in her hand, a long hair shawl, a light green dress, and a gold belt tied to her hair, delicate and pretty, and her demeanor was leisurely.

"This fish has been fed by Miss, and I am afraid that I will come here every day to beg for food." Tao Hongjing said jokingly, this girl seemed to be worried, and was startled by the sudden young man's voice, and said with a slightly dizzy face: "Zifei fish, how do you know the joy of fish?" ”

Tao Hongjing smiled, thinking that she was a lady in the house, and she could really be regarded as a golden and precious lady, so she no longer spoke falsely and watched the fish frolic in the water.

The girl shifted her gaze to Tao Hongjing, and couldn't help but be speechless, it was really Lang Yan's unique and unique appearance of Chenning, she lowered her eyes slightly, and asked softly, "Which son are you?" ”

Tao Hongjing reported to his family, "In the next Tao Hongjing, my father is Tao Zhenbao, the maid of Nantai, and the young lady is a lady in the house?" ”

He was originally the son of Goshi......

Princess Jian'an Liu Zhen'er didn't answer Tao Hongjing's question directly, but replied lightly, "My name is Zhen'er." ”

When I first met, the wind was clear and the clouds were blowing, and I didn't know whose time I was amazed.