On a crisp autumn morning, at the end of this small village, there is a lot of parting emotion.

This family of three has no sleep all night. The little blacksmith has very few things, a few pieces of clothing, and they can be packed up quickly, but Ling Niangzi is reminiscing while cleaning up, from the year she picked him up, until now. and chattered with his own men and apprentices.

In order to take care of her emotions, both of them were silent, not like they usually said a word from time to time.

Blacksmith Ling handed over the bow that had only been baked yesterday to the little blacksmith, and firmly tied the four pots of arrows in the quiver. It was handed to the little blacksmith who was listening to the nagging of the master with his ears and communicating with the master with his eyes.

Finally, the blacksmith handed him a small black box containing a jade pendant engraved with the character Qin, most likely the child's surname. This was found in the arms of the little blacksmith when they picked it up. When he first picked him up, he was less than a year old, and he didn't look like a one-year-old child, so the two decided to name him: Qin Chong.

Qin Chong had known the story of the box for a long time, and when he took over this thing that was not heavy and might be a family heirloom, his heart rose with a heavy weight. In this matter, Qin Zhong has always buried all kinds of doubts in his heart, and with his ingenuity, he knows that the master and the master have many secrets that cannot be told to him now.

Sometimes, not sharing a secret is not necessarily distrustful or deliberately concealed, but also because he is not yet able to bear the secret. This is one of the reasons why he happily agreed to go to the fasting house.

The sound of horses' hooves came from outside the house, breaking the silence of the hut, it was the carriage that had arrived to pick up Qin Chong.

Blacksmith Ling limped out, communicating in a low voice with the coachman outside the door, Qin Chong didn't go out, silently sat next to Shi Niang and watched Shi Niang check the items given to him over and over again. The few ingots of silver hidden in the baggage could not be concealed from the eagle-like eyes of the little blacksmith who had been refining his weapons for several years.

Just as the master outside the door took out two ingots of silver from his sleeve and quietly handed them to the coachman. The coachman touched the spindle in his arms, and his unhappy face was gone. Patting the blacksmith's arm is a way to show that he will do his best.

Qin Chong took the burden, picked up the small bow, and sent the master and the lady out of the door on the opposite side, knelt down, kowtowed three times, and said in his mouth: "Master and master take care." The empty disciples have come back to see you. With that, he turned his head and threw the burden on the trunk, put his hands on the frame, and turned over into the car.

"There's a long way to go, so be careful. The blacksmith's words came into Qin Chong's ears flutteringly.

The coachman flicked his whip, and the pony in front of him slowly pulled the carriage out of the village.

Blacksmith Ling said to himself, "Little guy, it's finally time to go out and harm others. Ling Niangzi glared at him, and was about to scold angrily, but when she saw that the carriage was about to leave the village, she finally didn't scold. His eyes turned red again.

From the first village in the world to the fasting house, the distance in a straight line is a hundred miles, you have to go north around the Yunyan River, you have to cross two mountain ranges, and pass through three towns to reach the gate of the fasting house in the depths of the Jietian Mountain Range.

The fasting temple is not a college, the blacksmith and said that he has been, it is a Taoist temple, the only Taoist temple in the Jietian Mountains with the name of the temple.

Since it is a Taoist temple, of course it is a place of cultivation. Why not call the view, the blacksmith did not say. Maybe it's the creator who wants to make it a Taoist temple like an academy.

In Qin Chong's opinion, he clearly saw a strange taste in the eyes of the old blacksmith master. This forced him to be vigilant. In particular, the last words he said when he parted were not like they were said casually.

The coachman was a man with a very broken mouth, or had just earned two more minas from the blacksmith, and it seemed as if he were going to take out his belly and show it to the little blacksmith.

Qin Chong listened to the so-called experience of the coachman while enjoying the scenery along the road, for a teenager who had been in the village for most of the more than ten years, everything outside was new and novel.

After walking for two hours, Qin Zhong looked at the sun overhead, recalled the route that the master had told him, felt that the route seemed to be a little off, and asked the coachman puzzled, the coachman took out a gourd from his waist, drank a mouthful of burning knife, and replied without looking back: "Little blacksmith, I still have to go to Guanshan Town, and then go to Litian Town to pick up a few more people to go to the Taoist temple together, anyway, it's not far, the villagers are in the township, and it is lively with more people." Don't worry, don't worry. Besides, the immortals of the Taoist temple will not officially open the temple until three days later, and it is a waste of time to go early. ”

Qin Chong's face is black, is this on the black car? This is not out of the small village for twenty miles, what is the old guy doing here?

Since he got into the black car, he didn't know the way, and the old guy didn't explain how to get in, just said to follow the driver. Qin Chong hated the old guy's bad habit of only saying half of everything, but at this time, he could only follow the black car all the way.

On the way to Guanshan Town, Qin Chong sat on a bumpy horse, while looking around the route, and kept thinking of the story that the old blacksmith told him yesterday: a man shot through the entire mountain with a bow...... These few words kept repeating in his mind, thus reminiscent of the master and his wife sending him away in such a hurry, and returning the box about his life experience to him, slowly, he sorted out a line, the old guy who never talked nonsense, would not tell him about it for no reason, nor would he give him the only clue to his life experience for no reason, let alone send him to this place for no reason. There are some small details that he can't figure out yet, because the old guy is too good at hiding things.

But at least he figured out one thing, wanted to find the clues behind the man and the ins and outs of that person's bow and mountain, then, the fasting house in front of him was his starting point now, because the old guy was definitely not a person who would waste time and energy to do this.

It's like he strikes iron, not adding a point, not subtracting a point.

Qin Chong has been following them for a long time, and his temperament is so similar to them, what he can't figure out, he doesn't want to think about it for the time being, the goal he has set today, then, let's finish it first.

How to enter the fasting house and how to learn the alchemy magic and Taoism that the old guy wanted him to learn in the courtyard became the only goal of his trip.

Suddenly, the scenery between heaven and earth became vivid in his eyes. The sound of horses' hooves, the sound of wheels rubbing against the ground, the sound of the coachman shaking his whip, and even the sound of the coachman holding on to the gourd and drinking from time to time, all became somewhat pleasant.

"Uncle, your car is really fast and steady!" The car turned into a rugged mountain road, and the road became difficult to walk, Qin Chongqiang endured the slight vomiting caused by the bumps, and still praised the driver loudly.

The coachman didn't look back, still leisurely flicked his whip, and responded proudly: "That's not it, within this radius of 100 miles, I Xu Er said that the driving skill is the second, and no one dares to say that it is the first." Seeing that you are so eye-catching, when you are done picking up everyone, I will give you a prime position to sit in. ”

Qin Chong couldn't help but feel uneasy in his heart, and asked casually, "How many people do you have to pick up in this uncle's business?"

The coachman said proudly: "This trip, no more, no less, including you, is exactly seven, which is in line with the number of seven stars." ”

Qin Zhong sighed, turned his head and looked at the narrow carriage that could only accommodate four or five people, and frowned viciously. With such a tense carriage to squeeze seven people, where does the golden seat come from?

The first time you went out independently, you were unlucky?