Ji Le is a gatehouse in Yufu, and it is not just a gatehouse. He was originally a weaver under the Shengong Palace, but day after day, he actually opened his mind to the warp and weft crisscrossed on the loom, and fortunately the palace made Yu Fansong pass on the "Xiu Xi Lu", and he actually entered the realm quickly, and it took ten years to open his mind, which was faster than many family geniuses, and it was a sensation. After he had finished his personal affairs, he had to tie the straw ring and come back to be a porter. Like the other halls, although the halls are magnificent and tall, the halls that stand tall are only used for ceremonial sacrifices and major ceremonies, and are only protected by guards on weekdays, and even a few halls are not even guarded. However, the major clans that controlled the temple all built separate courtyards for daily living, which was not much different from the worldly rich people. The difference is only in power and power.

"Well, a few breaths are really not short. With your skills, you're enough to kill me several times. ”

"Hehe, you'd better hurry to the living room. ”

Yu Guhuai patted his head, simply rubbed his messy hair, kicked off his shoes, and walked to the living room in a daze. When the person was still outside the hospital, he shouted at the throat, "What is the matter with my father?"

The two people sitting in the living room did not see him, but they had already heard his voice first. Laziness and frivolity are mixed, confidence and detachment are in one place.

"Oh, Brother Yuan! After Yu Guhuai finished speaking, he sat next to Yuan Zhen without waiting for his response.

"It's a lot of annoyance. Yuan Zhen tilted his head slightly.

The dog was speechless, and Brother Yuan smiled. ”

"Wait, Dad, don't you want me to be a junior when you come to call him a brother? No, absolutely not!

"Oh, you have an opinion?"

"Hehe, Father, where can I be. I don't think so, we can go our separate ways. Do you say, Brother Yuan?"

"That's exactly how it should be. ”

"Hmph, rude. Why are you so embarrassed?"

"Well, I bumped into me at the door, uh, I met, I met me who came with Brother Yuan, uh, fairy, and said hello. Brother Yuan, you have to take care of me, I'll leave it to you. ”

That should be the meaning of the title. ”

Yuan Zhen stood up, raised his hand to increase his forehead, and saluted Yu Fansong and Yu Guhuai, Yu Fansong also stood up and solemnly returned the salute. It was between this salute and the salute that although the two did not mention it, in fact the covenant had already been made. Yu Guhuai's eyes lit up, he sat on the chair and scratched his ears and cheeks, grabbed a cup of tea on the table and drank it all, and said: "There are people in Fushou Mountain today, presumably it is already lively at the moment, Brother Yuan won't go to take a look?"

That's exactly what I mean. ”

No such intention.

Leaving Yufu, Yuan Zhen didn't go to see the excitement, who was enlightened, who advanced, who was scared, who was happy, not as curious as Yuan Zhen about the small house where he had lived for more than 20 years. When he slowly walked in the streets and alleys of Lanzhou City, looking at the hurried or leisurely people, his mood began to improve.

He felt that he liked the white steam rising from the shops on the streets, and he liked the light that came through the lattice, and he liked the noisy taverns, and he liked the clothes of all colors and styles, and he liked the rustle of the soles of his feet against the ground, and he liked the mess of voices that he couldn't hear clearly, he liked that everyone walked in the streets, and he liked the smell of all kinds of smells wafting in the air.

He loves the breath of life.

Yuan Zhen's mood suddenly fell again. Loneliness is like the slippery sweat on your vest clinging to you after a big dream late at night, and you always want to scratch it, but you can't. This world is so lively, but it seems to have nothing to do with me. There are many people who know themselves, but none of them know themselves.

The city is very big, or is it good to just walk around like this?Yuan Zhen thought.

However, the city is actually very small, and there are no more than ten big surnames in the city, all of which are side tribes of the main clans of the temple, and they have gathered here for thousands of years, or they have become commoners with thin blood, or they have married into vassals. Those races that had nothing to do with the races of the temple had long since been extinct because they were not sheltered, or some remained, and they were very rare.

Except for the Punishment Palace, which has always selected talents by battle, the Town Prison Hall is nowhere to be found, and the Chunming Hall is extinct and scattered, the other halls and clans are the same. Yuan Zhen didn't know which family he was a descendant of, there was no surname in the city, no one had the surname Yuan, and no one even knew who Yuan Zhen's parents were. This made his loneliness even stronger, especially after talking to Yu Fansong for a day and a night. Even after listening to many stories about his past, he had no waves in his heart, as if it was just someone else's life and not his own.

He felt that he had spent a day and a night listening to someone else's bizarre story.

When he walked through several long streets, stood in front of the shop that was said to have lived for more than 20 years, and stepped on the bluestone paved steps, the faint cheerfulness and comfort coming from the soles of his feet could not deceive people. He knew that those stories were not someone else's.

It's just that all stories are metaphors of life, and people who haven't lived seriously can't tell a vivid and good story. Yu Fansong is not telling him stories, but telling him life. It's a pity that Yu Fansong hasn't seriously experienced Yuanzhen's life, a lot of information is fragments, and a lot of information is not lacking in speculation, and Yuanzhen doesn't know what it's like. Those lost true flavors in life are only waiting for the rest of their lives to come back.

He observed the dilapidated and decaying shop, which had only been gone for five years, and did not push the door, but stooped down and walked through the large hole beside it. There is a table of eight immortals in the middle of the room, there is a bench on each side, and the vertical shelves on the left and right stand empty in the empty room, and the dust accumulated over the years on it seems to have been disturbed by the arrival of Yuan Zhen, and it is slightly raised and falling. The golden afterglow of the setting sun pierced through the cracks in the wall, casting on the slowly falling dust, and for a moment, it seemed as if countless golden sands were flowing along the edge of the shelves.

Yuan Zhen sat down on the bench on the west side of the table, reached out and wiped the dust on the table, and the tabletop that was caressed by the palm of his hand immediately reflected his slightly pale face. He looked at the smooth ebony table top and was silent, and the sunlight piercing into the room behind him seemed to be wrapped in layers of luster emitted by the ebony shelf furniture full of the room, and was finally impregnated and swallowed.

As the sun sets, the house falls into silence and darkness. And the excitement of Fushou Mountain has just begun.

The blue-yellow essence smoke column that was grounded in the sky and the earth appeared more dazzling in the night, reflecting on Fushou Mountain, laying a layer of bright yellow coat with blue light for the earth. Xiang Huaishan sat quietly in the center of the pillar of light, his unkempt hair flew slowly, and seven unusually bright qi sea stars moved up and down around his body, and every time he changed the array, a ball of clear qi fell from the sky and smashed on the boundary of Fushou Mountain, clearly outlining a large bowl that was upside down on the entire Fushou Mountain.

The newly awakened sage of Fushou Mountain stood on Fushou Mountain, chanting obscure incantations like mad demons, completely ignoring the poor people who were prostrate on the ground, while the few children in his shadow were cast to the ground around him, except for a few huge butts that stirred up a whirlpool of light in the sky.

The central axis of the city is divided into two by the whole city, this street that runs through the whole city, its center is the temple Zhishi Temple, its two ends are connected to Fushou Mountain, and the other end is connected to the ancestral tombs. Unlike Fushou Mountain, a forgotten place imprisoned by a large bowl, although the ancestral tomb was not isolated, no one dared to set foot in it, and no one even wanted to mention that the devouring aura emitted by the ancestral tomb was so strong that even the light of the sun and the moon could not illuminate the bare place, which was said to be the resting place of the first ancestor, the ancestor. Even the high ambassadors of the temples did not dare to approach him.

Standing on the central axis street, on the edge of the giant bowl of Fushou Mountain, Pei Daojun, the master of the Jueyuan Palace, and his son Pei Hanyang looked at this unprecedented scene, and their eyes flashed without knowing whether it was the bright light of the essence smoke pillar or the mind that was as fast as electricity.

"Father, this Fushou Mountain is isolated from the inside and outside, and it turns out that there is this kind of enchantment. Is it the handiwork of my Divine Emperor?"

"Not exactly. Emperor Liu just used another trick after the Gongshu, and the runes above this enchantment were the handwriting of Emperor Liu. Runes can not only isolate the holy radiance, but also consume the essence of heaven and earth. Could it be that Emperor Liu knew that Fushou Mountain had today?"

"Then why did Gongshu lay down the barrier?"

"Although the power of the common magic reaches the sky, it does not yet have the ability to lay down such an enchantment. He refined the central axis street of this Lanzhou City into a town ruler, and controlled it in the Zhishi Palace, so that the devouring power of the ancestral tomb continued to devour the luck of Fushou Mountain for thousands of years, and stimulated the instinctive protection of Fushou Mountain to form an enchantment. ”

"This Fushou Mountain is so miraculous?"

"Fushou Mountain was originally the essence of Shanzhou City. Before the Gongshu, although the talents here were sparse, once one person came out, it would be shocking for 500 years!"

"Then why doesn't Gongshu take the people here for his own use, but hate them so much?"

"Gonggui and Gongshu brothers came out of this place together, and after Gongshu killed Gonggui, they were not tolerated by this place. ”

"I see. ”

"Now that this Fushou Mountain has another genius, I am afraid that the sky will change greatly. ”

"Hmph, it's just a matter of enlightenment. After this person has enlightened his mind, he will definitely walk out of this pickled place, and then he will not be able to get away with it. ”

"When I opened my father to God, I got a glimpse of the roots of heaven and earth, and I don't believe that anyone can resist that temptation. He's going to go out and find the way. ”

"Hmph, when that time comes, I feel that the Yuan Hall will definitely dig out the exercises he practiced. There are thousands of avenues in the world, but he chose a dead end!"

"There are trillions of living beings in the world, and each has its own way to die. ”

"It's not green, what a good root, hateful!"

"Without my Jueyuan Hall Jueyuan and enlightened, no matter who this person is, he deserves to die!"

Pei Daojun and his son were talking, suddenly the ground trembled slightly, and there was a thunderous sound of horses' hooves.