Maoshan Mountain, the foot of the mountain.

In the distance, two sixteen or seventeen-year-old boys were hurrying towards the foot of the mountain.

The first person was dressed simply, with bangs and eyebrows, dressed as a servant, but his appearance was surprisingly handsome, and the most indescribable eyes were as deep as the vast starry sky. At this moment, the handsome young man was walking in front of him like a fly, looking behind him from time to time.

There was a person in the back, wearing brocade and satin, dressed as a son, at this moment his snow-white face and neck were covered with sweat, and he was holding his lower abdomen with one hand and shouting forward: "Buhong, I can't do it anymore, you wait for me!"

Hearing the call, the young man in front turned around, just as the breeze was blowing, and at the beginning of his bangs, a dark red trace like blood clotting appeared prominently on his forehead.

This handsome young man is the child who was blessed by the immortal chief sixteen years ago, Buhong.

Nine years ago, he fled with Zhen'er on his back, fainted after eating wild fruits in the forest, woke up and disappeared Zhen'er, and after crying, he decided to go all the way north, and finally came to Wujin County after several tosses.

There is a saying: Fortune and misfortune depend on each other, not long after he arrived in the county, he was fortunate to be taken in by the local wealthy businessman Liang Yuanwai. After entering the Liang Mansion, the little beggar in front of him seemed to be reborn, and it was not an exaggeration to say that it was the golden boy in the sky.

Although the Liang family is well-off, and Liang Yuanwai is also kind-hearted and regards Buhong as his own, Buhong is self-aware, self-fearful and grateful, always obeys the way of the master and servant, and is diligent and does not dare to exceed half a point. On weekdays, he accompanies the young master to read and practice calligraphy, and in his spare time, he is busy in the house, and the Liang Mansion is happy in his eyes.

Time flies, and just when Ayuhiro slowly got used to this ordinary life that was regarded as a treasure, a disaster fell from the sky.

Not long after Buhong first entered the Liang Mansion, one day he suddenly felt a dry and itchy throat, and he became hoarse every few days.

Although Liang Yuanwai spared no expense to seek medical treatment for him, it was still irreversible. He thought he had started a stable life, but now he has become a waste, which makes Ayuhiro feel unprecedented despair. Then he felt that he no longer had the face to continue to "eat and drink" in Liang Mansion, so he tried to escape from Liang Mansion several times, but was found and stopped. Liang Yuanwai couldn't help but comfort him a few times after knowing his thoughts, and he also summoned the whole house and ordered everyone to treat Buhong well, and the young master Liang Shiming was even more forced to die and kept him in every possible way. The concern of everyone made Buhong feel warm again, so he broke off the idea of leaving.

The ripples on the Pinghu Lake have calmed down again, and life has returned to its former state, with the sun and the moon shuttling through in the blink of an eye for nine years.

On this day, Liang Yuan suddenly contracted a strange illness and was bedridden, and famous doctors were invited all over the state capital and abroad, and he tried all the good prescriptions, but he was still unconscious. When the Liang Mansion was in a panic, an old man proposed the method of worshipping incense and praying to God, saying that the Maoshan Dao method that was hundreds of miles away was extremely effective, so he might as well give it a try. Say, pray for the immortal law, sincerity is spiritual, and it is not necessary for people close to you to go and pray.

Mrs. Liang, who was anxious, immediately sent Buhong to accompany Liang Shiming to Maoshan to ask for charms. The two rushed to Baishui Town, and in a panic, Liang Shiming knocked over Lu Yezi on the tea stall, but he had no choice but to miss the sect master of Maoshan Xu.

The two drove away from the town to Maoshan Mountain, but they didn't want to encounter the government's closure of the mountain, so they went around the back mountain and abandoned the car on foot, and traveled to the foot of Maoshan Mountain. At this moment, the son Liang Shiming was really tired, and when he saw Bu Hong, who couldn't keep up, he called for help.

Now the reason why Buhong is anxious is because of Liang Yuanwai's kindness to him, and his anxiety about Liang Yuanwai's illness at this time is better than Liang Shiming. At this time, he heard the call of Liang Shiming behind him, and hurriedly turned back and carried him into the forest at the foot of the mountain.

In the forest, the green pines cover the sun, fresh and floating, which is refreshing and pleasant.

At this time, Liang Shiming was already tired, his purple face was drenched in sweat, and the blue tendons on his forehead between his eyebrows were exposed. But Bu Hong didn't seem to be too tired, only his face was slightly red, he wiped the sweat stains on his forehead slightly, and helped Liang Shiming to a big bluestone to sit down.

Liang Shiming sat for a while, and then the whole person lay on the bluestone, panting and complaining: "If it weren't for the officers and soldiers who closed the mountain and caused us to take a detour, we would have invited the immortal talisman by now." As he spoke, he looked back at Bu Hong and said, "Tell me, I don't believe in those immortal gods, but my mother insisted on asking me to ask for it, can it work?"

Bu Hong smiled lightly, stretched out a hand and put it on the top of Liang Shiming's head, closed his eyes and stared as if he was performing exercises, and after a long time, he saw that Liang Shiming's rapid breathing gradually smoothed out, and his purple complexion returned to normal.

Liang Shiming has long been accustomed to this. As early as the beginning of Buhong's muteness, in order to distract his heart, the two made an appointment to climb the mountain, and Liang Shiming, who was pampered and brave, climbed to the top of the mountain in one breath, followed by fainting. In a panic, Buhong was at a loss to stroke his chest and pat his back, and inadvertently stroked it to the top of his head, but then saw him gradually wake up, and after a while, he was even more refreshed and alive. It was since then that the two have had this secret to keep together.

After resting for a while, Liang Shiming got up from the bluestone, stretched his legs and feet, and asked, "Buhong, think about it again, how did you learn this qigong? Teach me one day!"

Bu Hong no longer remembered that this was the first time Liang Shiming asked, he shook his head habitually, pointed to a faint mountain road ahead, and signaled to continue walking.

Seeing that Buhong didn't pick up, Liang Shiming had no choice but to give up, and the two walked along the vague mountain road.

Along the way, the two of them cut through the thorns and thorns, through the trees and artemisia grass, walking and stopping for about an hour, at this time they found that there was no road under their feet, the two looked up into the distance, and saw that there was a Taoist temple looming in the distance under the cover of clouds and mist, but they searched for a long time, but they never found the way, only full of trees and rocks and cliffs.

"Where did you go from?" Liang Shiming rubbed the scratches on his body and complained, "What kind of immortal god Taoism, I don't think this Maoshan Taoist priest is not a pure cultivator, eighty percent of them did bad things, and they were closed by the officers and soldiers!"

Bu Hong, who was exploring the way ahead, turned his head and walked towards Liang Shiming helplessly, at this time he was just about to gesture something, but suddenly his feet were empty, and he followed his body straight down. It turned out that he had stepped on a bottomless pit covered by dead leaves.

As he sank, his hands tried to grasp something, but there was nothing but the bare mountains in his hands, and the next moment, his body plunged towards the bottomless abyss.