Rolling green hills, clear river water flows quietly.

A mottled wooden bridge spans the river, with a peaceful village on one side and fertile land on the other.

The village is large, and the houses are built on the hill, layer upon layer.

At the head of the bridge of the riverbank village, there is a stone tablet that carves the three quaint characters of 'Xianliu Village'.

Legend has it that a long time ago, a man who had no hope of cultivating immortals was dismissed by the immortal sect in the mountain, and instead of walking the way down the mountain, he went down the river.

At that time, he abandoned his family and business, and resolutely worshiped the immortal gate, but due to the limitations of his talent, ten years of wasted time, discouraged, and shameless.

Feeling lonely and in a trance, he passed by this place, attracted by the scenery here, and germinated the idea of chatting here for the rest of his life.

Build simple shacks, cut wood, build houses, open up wasteland... Over the course of three months, the elaborate wooden houses on the hillside were built, and the wasteland by the river was cleared for farmland and a life of seclusion.

Half a year later, the grain in the field was harvested, and he also said goodbye to the days of wild fruits, fish and shrimp.

One day, someone came here, it was a woman, and it was also a person who had been dismissed.

The same encounter made the two talk happily, and the woman stayed, farmed and lived together.

Unconsciously, more and more people with the same thoughts as them came here.

Over time, there were more and more people here, and there was no more open space on the hillside, so it could only be built on the mountain.

There was not enough land, so everyone worked together to build a bridge over the river and reclaim farmland on the other side of the river to solve the problem of food and clothing for everyone.

As the years passed, more and more people chose to stay here and multiply, and over time, settlements were formed, and the population continued to increase, resulting in the village getting bigger and bigger.

The first two people to come here, their descendants worshiped the immortal gate and embarked on the path of cultivation.

This undoubtedly makes more people see hope, they are hopeless in this life, but their bloodline can be continued.

Slowly, Xianmen also knew that there was such a group of people, thinking of an incense, and also knowing the thoughts of these people, and did not drive them away, so that these people could provide a variety of food to Xianmen, after all, not everyone in Xianmen had reached the realm of not eating fireworks in the world.

Instead of letting the people in the Immortal Sect spend time and effort to remove the grains, it is better to let these people supply, and even let these people plant some low-level spiritual grass, even if they don't plant well, they won't lose anything.

Since you let others contribute, then you should also give the corresponding benefits, right? So Xianmen made a promise, but all his heirs who are over fifteen years old can worship in Xianmen, as for how far they can go, they can only be their own creation.

Therefore, the name Xianliu Village is a metaphor for the preservation of the immortal road......

Autumn is crisp and windy.

It was late autumn, and in the land, the golden ears of grain bent the straw heavily, and the dwarf fruit trees hung with abundant fruits, which were full of fragrance.

After a year of hard work, the harvest is imminent, and the people in the village are preparing for the harvest.

Children and teenagers wielded bamboo poles to drive away the birds that came to feed, but these guys couldn't let them take it.

The sun is sinking in the west, the tired birds are returning to their nests, and bamboo poles are placed in the fields, and they are rushing to the river and crossing the wooden bridge.

"Brother Yi, let's go to my house for dinner today. ”

In the crowd, a little girl with two pigtails sent an invitation to the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy next to her.

The little girl looked like she was eleven or twelve years old, with a round face, curved eyebrows, and clear pupils waiting for the young man's answer.

His long eyelashes fluttered, and his fair skin didn't look like he often played in the fields.

The young man smiled slightly and shook his head slightly, "No, I will go up the mountain in a few days, and it just so happens that Xiaozhi is also going up the mountain together, and the merchant asked me not to go anywhere else, and I will stay there for the rest of the day." ”

The little girl sighed and said with a smile: "Brother Yi, can I see you again in the future?"

The young man showed a look of confusion on his face, shook his head and sighed, "I don't know..."

The little girl didn't care, and still walked home with a smile and a smile with the boy.

Every year, there are such people who go to the Xianmen on the mountain to apprentice, and how many of them may succeed?

The village is built on the mountain, and the steps go straight up, branching left and right, like a grid, extending to the door of the house.

"Brother Yi, see you tomorrow. The little girl walked to the fork in the door, waved at the young man, and jumped into the house.

The boy climbed the stairs and turned to the front of a house, where sat a shirtless boy with dark skin.

"Brother Yi, I'm back. The swarthy boy sat still, his face twitching as he spoke.

The boy shook his head speechlessly and walked behind the swarthy boy.

I saw that the back was full of silver needles like a hedgehog, and I said with concern: "How is it?"

The swarthy boy smiled innocently, "It's already a lot better, my grandfather said that it would be okay to pierce it again tomorrow." ”

"Brother Yi'er is back. "Out of the room came a strong man, with a black tower-like physique, and a powerful force.

The young man turned his head and smiled, "Uncle Mo." ”

"I'm going up the mountain in a few days, are you worried?" the strong man smiled back, but the smile looked worse than crying.

The boy nodded, "Of course I'm worried, but it's useless to worry." ”

The strong man didn't continue the topic, Nunu mouthed, and said, "Go wash it, it's time to eat." ”

The boy thanked him and walked through the room to the open space behind the house.

There is water flowing down from the mountain, and each family cuts bamboo to make a canal to bring water into the house, and there is no need to go to the river to fetch water, which is very convenient.

After washing his face and hands, the meal was already set up in the room, and the silver needle on the swarthy young man's back was removed, and he sat down at the table......

After the meal, the room was lit with oil lamps, and the dim light made the room slightly cloudy.

The oldest is the grandfather of the swarthy boy, named Shang Yun.

Shang Yun is eighty years old this year, and more than fifty years ago, he was a disciple of the Immortal Sect, but due to his own conditions, he could only be eliminated.

Shang Yun's wife, Tao Min, was dismissed with him and another woman, the woman's qualifications were medium to high, but unfortunately she took the pill by mistake, which led to the destruction of the meridians, and there was no possibility of finding immortals again, so she settled here with Shang Yun.

After the birth of his son, his qualifications were too mediocre, and elimination was inevitable, but fortunately, his grandson's qualifications were good, which made him and his wife see hope.

Xiao Zhi can go up the mountain to worship the immortal gate at the beginning of this year, considering that he is honest and honest, he is wooden, and it may be difficult to worship the immortal gate alone, and it happens that the Fang family's brother will be fifteen years old in June, and he can go together after the autumn harvest.

The two of them have played since they were children, they know each other well, and they take care of each other, and the Shangyun family is correspondingly relieved.

Cultivation is meant to be sharpened, but if it can be easier, why should you force yourself to bear more?

"Xiao Zhi, haven't you forgotten "Demon Spirit Grass Eyes?" Shang Yun beckoned his grandson to come closer and asked carefully.

Shang Yun's grandson has a single name, Shang Zhi!

Shang Zhi is fifteen this year, his personality is relatively honest, because he works in the field all the year round, his body is stocky, and he is not short, and his father 'Black Tower' is a circle smaller.

Shang Zhi closed his eyes and thought about it, and replied: "Remember, I can memorize them all..."

The so-called "Demon Spirit Grass" is an encyclopedia in the cultivation world, the types of demon beasts, the types of spiritual objects, the characteristics of flowers and plants... Although it is only the most ordinary, knowledge is gradual, from shallow to deep.

There is a difference between having some knowledge and not having common sense at all.

A disciple who has no common sense at all, even if he gets started, will be one step slower than that of Xianliu Village, and this is the advantage.

What about Cangyuan Jue?" Shang Yun asked again.

"Cangyuan Jue" is really the most basic exercise of the Cangyuan Sect of the Immortal Gate on the mountain, and all those who are beginner are the ones who practice this exercise.

Let Shang Zhi memorize by rote, it is also convenient for him to be able to practice more easily and quickly after entering the sect in the future, which is also a convenient condition for the people of Xianliu Village, and people who worship Xianmen in other places have to start from scratch.

It's just that Shang Zhi is memorized and not allowed to start practicing to lay the foundation, that's because the Cangyuan Sect is bound by the rules of the sect, and the Immortal Sect does not recruit anyone who cultivates as a person to get started!

Therefore, Shang Zhi only memorized the mantra by heart, but did not practice it himself.

Not to mention that Shang Zhi has no cultivation, in the Immortal Village, no one who wants to worship the Cangyuan Sect has cultivated.

Shang Zhi patted his chest and made a loud noise, "Then I won't forget it." ”

Shang Yun nodded: "Then you can memorize "Cangyuan Jue" first." ”

Shang Zhi was also unambiguous and recited word for word.

"Demon eyes. Shang Yun was satisfied with his grandson's memory of Cangyuan Jue, and then asked.

"In the northwest of the boundary, near the sea, there is a vast swamp, and there is a toad in it..."

Listening to his grandson's skillful recitation of "Demon Spirit Grass Eyes", Shang Yun couldn't stop nodding his head in approval......

The moon and stars are scarce, and the cool breeze is blowing.

Fang Er also left the business and walked slowly because his parents had only entered Xianliu Village later, so the house had to be built on a higher mountain.

He was just fifteen months old and less than two months old, unlike other teenagers in the village, and he had to endure more than others.

Fang Eryi's parents are both disciples of Xianmen, and they are also very favored disciples, and their future is promising.

During a sect training, most of the disciples who went were damaged, and the rest were all seriously injured, and Fang Eryi's parents happened to be among them.

The serious injuries were difficult to treat and did not recover, the cultivation collapsed and was completely destroyed, and the two became ordinary people.

The sect remembered their contributions, but the two of them no longer had cultivation, and they would inevitably be treated coldly in the sect, so they simply tied up the two who just knew each other and arranged them in Xianliu Village, so that they could have children and live.

There is no novelty in the days, and there is no lack of Fang Eryi's birth.

Although the two of them have no cultivation, their vision is still there, and they can see that the child's qualifications are good, and they will definitely go further than them in the future.

Once Fang Er also carefully taught, all aspects of the cultivation world were involved, and he didn't care about painting on paper, he just wanted Fang Er to have a shadow in his heart.

One day last year, the husband and wife both died without warning, the incident happened suddenly, and it was weird, alarming the sect, and after investigation, it turned out to be the hidden root of the disease in the early years.

The sect came forward and dealt with the aftermath, considering Fang Eryi's age and environment, anyway, it took more than half a year to deliberately ask the village to help take care of it......