The seventh son was sent back again, he didn't know when he was sent back, this feeling was not clear whether it was good or bad, and he didn't know how Dashan had endured this round of toasting, he thought to himself, maybe the "third child" also gave him "divine wine".

When the seven sons came outside, they found that there were more than half of the people, and they should have scattered as the man said, and they all had no way of knowing what they were busy with. He went to the river to wander around, and saw that Dashan and the old man were actually sitting together fishing, he stepped forward, and the old man had to teach Dashan to fish, and he was amused in his heart, Dashan's fishing skills were no worse than his own, so why did he need him to impart experience? He listened carefully, and the conversation between the two was quite interesting.

"Why are you so stupid, earthworms have to go through their butts to catch big fish!"

"You show me the ass and the head!"

"This round end is an ass!

"Hello, look at this, it's the same on both sides, does it have no ass, or does it have two asses!"

"This one doesn't count!"

The old man snatched the earthworm from Dashan's hand and threw it into the water, and Dashan laughed, grabbed another one, passed the hook through its body, and threw it into the water. The old man snorted incessantly, staring at the fishing rod and fishing line of the mountain without blinking, but he didn't expect that his rod hit the fish, and his hand was a little slower, so he let it run away.

"Hey, hey, look at it, it's so good to wear it from the ass! If I hadn't lost my mind, it wouldn't have wanted to run away!"

The old man was happy to wear bait, and the mountain mentioned it fiercely, and it was actually a big fish brought out of the water, and the seventh son thought to himself, he was afraid that there would be a small ten catties. The old man was dumbfounded! The mountain couldn't stop laughing,

"Haha, my one, it's really more than you have in the past two days combined!"

The fish kept jumping, and Dashan grabbed him firmly with both hands, brought it to the old man, and kissed it the fish's mouth.

"Oh, that's beautiful!"

The old man sulked and did not speak. But the mountains are happier,

"Hehe, how about I come fishing with you every day!"

The old man snorted and replied,

"Love doesn't come. ”

The seventh son was happy, it seemed that the old man was still willing to have someone to accompany him to fish, he sensed that the mountain intended to stay, so he asked him,

"Brother Dashan, do you want to stay?"

Dashan nodded slightly and said with a smile,

"This small river is not big, there are a lot of fish, it is better to catch more fish, and cook soup for the ancestors to replenish their bodies!"

Qizi understood what he meant, and thought to himself, this handover of the old and new heads, there must be a lot of things to help with, and if he has nothing to do, he may be able to help. Since Dashan said that he wanted to stay, he would stay for a while.

The mountain chattered in the face of the old man for a while, and then he went back with the fish. The old man was not convinced, and continued to catch fish, and the seventh son was amused in his heart, because he saw the old man pass the hook through the middle of the body of a large earthworm.

Dashan fished with the old man every day, and for a while, he was nowhere to be seen, and he did not appear until dinner in the evening. Qizi's arm is not yet complete, he wants to help do something, but Dashan did not agree, only let him practice boxing and stick skills, and when he has spare time, he will walk around in Qingcheng Mountain. No matter how beautiful and secluded this mountain is, it will be annoying to watch it a few more times, so he simply puts all his energy on practicing martial arts. From time to time, disciples came, and some of them were quite interested in this move, but he was not stingy, and taught this point to each other without reservation.

In this way, it is autumn in the blink of an eye, and there are many pine trees in this forest, but it is still a green color. Qizi counted the time, it was already March, and Dashan seemed to have too many things to do these days, and there was really not much time to meet him, so Qizi didn't want to distract him, and tried not to bother. Until this day, Dashan only went back early in the morning, and soon came back, fishing with the old man for a whole day, and the seven sons knew that they were afraid that all the affairs had been taken care of, and they had a hunch that they would continue on the road again.

At the end of the evening, the two of them caught quite a lot of fish today, the old man looked very satisfied, humming a small song to lead the way, Dashan used a rope to string up the fish mouths one by one, carried them to his shoulders, called the seven sons, and slowly followed behind. Today, the three of them came to the old man's house to cook privately, Dashan personally cooked, the ingredients were today's fresh fish, he cooked a big pot of soup, every step is extremely fine, see that the soup is white and tender, very tempting. He took a sip, nodded his head in praise, and then scooped the soup into a delicate little bowl and served it.

"Old man, seventh son, quickly taste my craftsmanship, I'll bring the soup to the old ancestor, and you two eat it first." ”

Qizi looked at the bowl very small, it seemed that it could only hold one mouthful, where was there enough to eat, but the ancestor was old and couldn't eat more, so it wasn't too much of a problem. The mountain came back in a while, and before he arrived, he spoke,

"What's the matter, I still need this craft?"

The old man caught a lot of fish today, and he was in a good mood, and he actually had a lot of good words.

"Well, this fish is unusually delicious today, I haven't experienced such a taste for a long time!"

Qizi knew that he didn't eat fish on weekdays, and he didn't know if this remark was what he thought, but he had also tasted this soup, and it was really good. The three of them ate fish and drank soup, and after a while, their stomachs were bulging, and they were very satisfied. Qizi touched his stomach and burped. Suddenly, I heard a loud sound outside the window, as if a bowl had fallen, and then I only heard the woman calling,

"Ancestor!"

"Ancestor!"

The shout was a little flustered, and Dashan's face changed abruptly, and he rushed out. The old man's face was solemn, and the seventh son followed him. Dashan went up alone, and the old man and the seventh son waited in the chamber room, and after a short time, the crowd gathered, and they all felt that something great was about to happen. After a while, the woman's voice was very poignant, and the mountain came back, knelt straight on it, and he shouted,

"Ancestor, it's time to die!"

Everyone knelt down in unison, crying incessantly! Qizi also knelt down, these days he was deeply cared for by his ancestors, and it was natural for him to bow down for her. Dashan closed his eyes, exhaled deeply, and said,

"The ancestors are blessed, and there are thousands of relatives and filial children and grandchildren, and this life is not in vain!"

The seventh son couldn't help but shed tears in his eyes, and everyone howled and cried, which shook the hall to the ground. Qizi didn't see that little Jiu'er, but he was afraid that he would go far away and wouldn't be able to come back for a while. In this way, I am afraid that the funeral of the ancestor can only be presided over by Dashan.

Sure enough, Dashan and the old man presided over the funeral together, although there were many people and the scene was large, but it was unusually brief. There is not even a tombstone, it is really simplified to the extreme, and a small hill opposite the fortress is the last place of the ancestors. Qizi thought to himself, I'm afraid that it is also the wish of the ancestor himself, and he doesn't want everyone to do it for her, as long as he sincerely loves her and misses her, it is enough.

The seventh son found that so many people here, from the oldest to the youngest, are extremely self-disciplined, thrifty, and the door rules seem to be extremely strict, I have never heard of anyone chewing the root of the tongue, the ancestor funeral is such a big thing, although everyone is sad, but there is no chaos.

Three days later, the little Jiu'er came back, got off the horse and went straight to the hill of the old ancestor, he lay on the top and cried for a long time. After crying, he confessed in the fort and rushed back overnight. The seventh son doesn't know what is going on outside, but he still has a lot of important things to do when he first takes power, and he can understand this kind of behavior.

Dashan went fishing with the old man again, and the seventh son could see that both of them were extremely sad, and there was much less fun for each other. Qizi was also uncomfortable, and when he was free, he often came to watch the two fishing. Since the old ancestor left, no one has ever fished.

After another half a month, the seventh son learned to fish with two people every day, and he understood that they were all empty hooks, how could they catch fish, and fishing like this was only a little relief of the pain in his heart. The mountain raised the rod, and there was a small shrimp on the hook, he laughed,

"Finally caught! Do you think I should go!"

The old man squinted at the little shrimp and scolded,

"Little things don't have long eyes!"

The mountains and the road,

"It's time to go, it's time to go! I'll pack up and go down the mountain!"

The seventh son could see that the old man was very reluctant, but he still put on such an indifferent posture,

"Let's go, hurry up, don't scare my fish!"

The mountain smiled softly, and the old man raised the rod, but the hook was still empty, and he took back the line, sorted it out, and threw it into the water again. Qizi noticed that the old man's series of movements were not as good as before, and he felt weak in his hands and couldn't eat. The rod shook a few times and fell, and the mountain stepped forward to hold it, put it in his hand again, and crouched down, his shoulder gently against his back. The seventh son wanted to come forward to help, but Dashan stretched out his hand to stop him. Qizi's eyes were moist, and he didn't dare to look at it again, but he still couldn't hold back. I saw the old man leaning against the mountain, bowing his head slightly, his long hair hanging down naturally, and the river breeze swept up a few strands of hair. His hands were already weak, and he was grabbed and clenched by the mountain with one hand. The head of the rod moved slightly, and Dashan lifted the rod, and there was a fat shrimp on the hook, which was several times bigger than the one Dashan had just caught. Dashan smiled slightly and said,

"Hey, look, you're bigger than mine!"

The seventh son exhaled a few long breaths, and then he eased up. He came to see the old man every day, and although he didn't say a few words, he was already acquainted. The old man's death was much more sudden than that of the old ancestor, and he didn't dare to accept it for a while. Dashan carefully put away the fishing rod, and then went back with the old man's body. Along the way, all the disciples fell to their knees one by one, in pain, just like when the old ancestor left. Although the old man is no different from ordinary disciples on weekdays, the seventh son knows that his status must not be low, and the disciples behave like this, which really confirms what he thinks.

It is still the mountain that deals with the old man's funeral, and this scene is even simpler, and the cliff near the water is his future residence. Xiao Jiu'er came back to cry as before, and then turned back. Qizi can see that the loss of these two old men at once, from top to bottom, there is a shadow in everyone's heart, lingering and unspeakable.

When all the affairs are over, Dashan privately bid farewell to many old people, and the seventh son followed aside, looking at it clearly, there were not too many words between them, but those eyes would not deceive people, and the friendship between relatives could not be more real.

The two went down the mountain overnight, and the firelight also accompanied them all the way. It wasn't until they reached the bottom of the mountain that the send-off man stopped. The mountain walked firmly, and never looked back. Qizi silently followed behind, walked a long way, he turned his head to look, the fire was still there, but it had long been blurred, and he was still a little reluctant in his heart.

"Brother Dashan, why don't we leave tomorrow?"

The seventh son opened his mouth to ask him, and the mountain replied,

"We can't always be protected by people along the way, and we can see more clearly by walking more at night. ”

The seventh son understood and said no more.

At the foot of Qingcheng Mountain, a wilderness, this official road is well repaired, and it is easy to walk with the stars. There are mountains and rivers here, and the climate is pleasant, so there are people who farm and live here for a long time, and when the two of them approach the farmhouse, a dog barks wildly, and walks a long way before they stop barking. The two of them walked very fast, and I don't know how long it took, and they came to a covered bridge to rest. When the seventh son heard the rumbling of the water, he asked,

"Brother Dashan, this rain has stopped for a long time, and the river is not small!"

The black mask of the mountain shone faintly under the stars, and he gently straightened it, and then replied,

"It's famous!"

"What's the name?"

"Have you ever heard of Dujiangyan?"

The seventh son suddenly realized, and said,

I heard that this Jiangyan has a history of 1,000 years, and it is precisely because of it that Chengdu has become so rich. ”

Dashan nodded, and said,

"It's a miracle!"

The two talked for a while, only to feel someone's voice move, and the seventh son said softly,

"Brother Dashan, there seems to be someone!"

Dashan nodded and said with a smile,

"They've been here for a long time, and they can't bear it anymore!"

Seeing that he was not in a hurry, the seventh son asked again,

"Brother Dashan, you have already discovered them, why didn't you prepare to meet the enemy earlier?"

The mountain smiled,

"In this realm, we really don't need to do anything!"

Qizi only heard someone shouting in pain, and he was very curious,

"Is someone secretly protecting us?"

Dashan Huidao,

"What do you think? I've never seen anyone looking for trouble from Yazhou! Haha, this is my territory!"

Qizi understood that someone should have accompanied him all the way, but he hadn't heard any movement before, and he was only afraid that the opponent would be a little troublesome today, which attracted the attention of the two. Qizi went outside to check, but only saw traces of trampling and fighting on the ground, but found no living people. He came back and sat down beside the mountain, shook his head, and said,

"I didn't see anyone, but there were some footprints and so on, and it seemed that they didn't want to show up. ”

The mountain shouted around,

"Come out!"

There was no movement, only the sound of flowing water. After a while, dozens of people slowly appeared out of the darkness. These people are all uniformly dressed, all dressed in black, and their clothes are tight, and they look very capable. The mountain beckoned them to come, and everyone came to stand in front of them, and then the mountain spoke.

"You guys follow all the way, it's too hard, let's go back quickly, we don't need such protection. ”

One person replied,

"Elder, this is the instruction of the ancestor before his death, and we definitely dare not disobey it!"

Dashan sighed and said,

"The old ancestor has gone west, and I also understand her kindness. Listen to me, and go back!"

And he said,

"Elder, please don't say it again, even if there is no arrangement from the Ancestors, we will come to protect us!"

The mountain smiled,

"If there are no so many sieges and interceptions, I don't want to die lonely along the way, you deliberately make me bored!"

The man smiled and said,

"Although there were no surprises along the way, the elder could have more time to see the scenery. ”

Dashan shook his head and said,

"You can't protect us for the rest of your life. Some things have to be dealt with by yourselves, so why should you do that!"

The man thought for a moment, and said,

"This is our mission, Elder, please stop embarrassing me!"

The mountain smiled bitterly and said to the man,

"Lend you a sword!"

The man gave him the sword, and he took it in his hand and looked at it, and asked the man,

"No talk?"

"No talk!"

The man was very crisp, and with a slight wave of the mountain, he cut off a section of his long hair and held it in his hand. The other party was a little flustered and wanted to step forward to stop it. But the mountain raised his hand high, and said slowly,

"That's it, I'm an elder who is a vain, don't do it!"

The mountain shoved the severed hair into the man's hand, and said,

"From now on, I have nothing to do with you, and you don't have to work for me anymore!"

When the man heard this, he knelt down and said in a loud voice,

"Elder, we, we ......"

The man was speechless for a moment. Dashan gently put the sword back on his waist, turned back to the seventh son, and said,

"Let's go!"

Qizi nodded, followed him closely, and the two walked out slowly.

"Elder, slow down!"

The man shouted, but the mountain did not look back, but waved his right hand to say goodbye.

"Elder, Elder, we will go back! We will go back! No matter what, you will always be our elder!

When the mountain stopped, he heard the man again,

"Elder, this is a difficult and dangerous road, and you need to be careful. Our people are all over the country, and as long as the elders are in need, they can sacrifice their lives to help at any time!"

The mountain turned his head and smiled at him,

"It seems that you are still more reasonable than Xiao Jiu'er!"

The man looked at the long hair in his hand and said,

"This hair was accidentally cut by the elder, please take it back!"

Dashan was stunned for a moment, chuckled, and said,

"Throw it into this weir and let the fish here taste my hair." ”

The man froze, and then complied. The long hair fell out and fell into the river, not knowing where it would eventually go.

Seeing that everyone's mood was not high, the seventh son thought that these people were really righteous, if it weren't for the fact that the two of them would be in danger at any time, they would really be willing to be their companions and walk all the way!

"If it's not too much trouble, how about finding a boat for the two of us?"

The man froze, and hurriedly replied,

"Come now, come right away!"

Dujiangyan is an important water conservancy project, how can there be no one to guard, someone has a boat, I think it is also due to the influence of the forces in the door, only a moment, the person will return,

"Elder, the ship is ready, just under the bridge. ”

Dashan clenched his fists and thanked,

"Yes Lao brothers, go back and get some sleep! Let's go first!"

After saying this, he took the seven sons to look for the boat together, and the rest of the people stood on the spot, not daring to move. When he crossed the bridge, he saw a small boat in the water, and Dashan jumped into the boat, and was very satisfied, and he beckoned the seven sons to come over, and the two of them rowed down the water.

On the way to the boat, the two chatted, and the seventh son asked,

"Brother Dashan, that person said that the disciples in the sect are all over the world, does he really have such strength?"

The mountains return to him,

"It's true!"

The seventh son said,

"This Qingcheng faction is so strange, I have also come into contact with a lot of people these days, although they are very sincere to others, but most of them are not smiling, and they can't guess their minds at all!"

Dashan opened his mouth wide and looked at Qizi, who didn't understand, touched his head, touched his face again, and asked,

"Brother Dashan, what's on my face, why do you look at me like this?"

Dashan stayed for a while, then swallowed a mouthful and replied,

"Who told you that it was from the Qingcheng faction!"

"On this Qingcheng Mountain, isn't it the Qingcheng faction?"

The seventh son asked suspiciously, Dashan shook his head and smiled bitterly,

"On Qingcheng Mountain, it's the Qingcheng faction?Seventh son, you're really heavenly!"

The seventh son touched his head in embarrassment, and listened to the mountain road,

"This Qingcheng Mountain is divided into two mountains, and there is the Qingcheng faction in the front mountain, which is the Taoist law field, and the fame is some, but it is not a big faction, there is not much more than him on the rivers and lakes, and there is no less than him. You don't know any of this, do you?"

The seventh son thought for a moment and replied,

"I really don't know! This Qingcheng Mountain is still divided before and after, and I have heard of it for the first time. As for the Qingcheng faction, I always thought it was the same as the ordinary Jianghu sect!"

The mountain nodded back to him,

"It's no wonder! You don't talk much on weekdays, and it's not easy to know more about this group of disciples who like to be silent. ”

Qizi was a little anxious and asked,

"Brother Dashan, I guessed wrong from the beginning, and if I was wrong, I was wrong for more than three months!

Dashan smiled and replied to him,

"Tangmen!"