In the evening, there was a faint reddish glow in the black sky, as if the sun had not yet set. But the stars were already full and occupied every corner of the canopy, twinkling like ghostly fire, very strange.

Today's sky is getting darker than usual,

"Here we go again. The middle-aged Taoist muttered a voice that only he could hear, leaned the spirit flag in his hand to the side, and pinched the spell in his hand several times, and the result was the same, and it was also the one that the Taoist didn't want to see.

Omen of the end times!

The world is going to be chaotic!

......

Such a celestial phenomenon has occurred once before. The Taoist still had some luck in his heart at the beginning, but today, the demonic celestial phenomenon has reappeared.

After all, it's not a coincidence, the Taoist smiled bitterly in his heart.

"Master, it's getting dark. The little Taoist priest said to the middle-aged Taoist.

The street lights on both sides of the city were not yet on, but the sky was darkening at a rapid pace.

The middle-aged Taoist's expression recovered, and he touched his apprentice's head lovingly: "Qiang'er, go back to the city with the master." ”

The little Taoist priest asked strangely, "Haven't we just come out of the city?"

The little Taoist priest's name is Li Qiang, seventeen years old, he didn't know who his parents were at birth, and the middle-aged Taoist priest picked him up from the wilderness, and the two naturally became masters and apprentices. The name Li Qiang is said to have been taken casually by a Taoist who listened to a ballad. For more than ten years, Li Qiang has been learning art with his master in Shanmen.

Li Qiang didn't know what the master's name was, it seemed that his surname was Zhang, and he couldn't be sure.

And the so-called mountain gate is nothing but a broken Taoist temple on a nameless barren mountain. There are more than ten wings, but for more than ten years, there has never been half a pilgrim. Only the master and apprentice are in this Taoist temple, farming, reading, and practicing.

It is not accurate to say that there are only two masters and apprentices.

In the early years, Master once picked up a little girl in the mountains, named Luoluo. Luoluo was one year younger than Li Qiang, and was eleven or twelve years old when he came, and the three of them lived together in the Taoist temple for two or three years.

Until one night, the girl disappeared from the Taoist temple, leaving not even a single belongings behind. Li Qiang didn't know when she left or why she left. As if she had never been here, the only impression left on Li Qiang was the girl's crescent-like eyes and shallow dimples.

In a flash, it's three years.

"After all, the days of the Taoist temple are still boring and poor. "This is what Master said to Li Qiang.

Li Qiang didn't know what the master meant by boring and poor.

For as long as he can remember, the days have been like this, hoeing the ground, carrying water, chopping wood, practicing, and reading. Every day, when the master taught him every afternoon and evening, Li Qiang could hear many things that he had never experienced before, which were a hundred times more wonderful than what he had read in books.

The world in Luoluo's mouth, the world in Master's mouth, and the world in books are different. What exactly is boring and poor? Master didn't say, and it wasn't clear what was written in the book.

Luoluo's sudden appearance and disappearance made Li Qiang yearn for the world outside the mountain gate.

Li Qiang often thinks about it, when he hoes the ground, when he carries water, when he chops wood, when he is practicing, and when he reads a book.

Finally half a year ago, the master packed up his clothes and other belongings, rolled up a cloth bag, held a spirit flag, whisked the dust, and said two words to Li Qiang: "Go down the mountain." ”

Before leaving the mountain gate, the master shouted to the lonely sky: "The eldest husband was born in troubled times, and he should carry a three-foot sword and make immortal achievements!"

Li Qiang faintly had some illusions, and the master's interruption made the entire sky flicker.

That day, it was very dark and the mountain wind was very strong, and the master did not speak again.