"What's going on?" Leng Mushroom approached Wang Dashi, revealing a fierce gaze.

"I, I, I ......" Wang Dashi lowered his head and shed tears.

Leng Mushroom "snorted", held up the incense burner and covered Wang Dashi's face: "Let you be careless, let you sleep, do things so-so, how can you do big things!"

The incense stick that was emitting green smoke poked directly at the scar between Wang Dashi's eyebrows, and the incense ash sprinkled all over his face.

Wang Dashi's face seemed to be burned by the flames, and he screamed in pain, no matter how painful his body was, he couldn't realize it at the moment, he broke free and stumbled out of the temple. He ran, shouting, "Why—why—"

After running a long way, I don't know where this is the Qingyu Mountains, Wang Dashi took off the incense ash on his face, looked at the beautiful Qingyu Mountains, looked at the afterglow of the sunset, and felt a lot of emotion, and felt more pain......

In the past two days of entering the local faction, what they have seen and encountered is really miserable. Suddenly, he remembered the kindness of Wang Lichang, the warmth of his lonely family, and the kindness of his hometown...... Wang Dashi sensed that he was unfortunate and had the feeling of quitting and returning home.

At this moment, the words of Wang Lichang's explanation lingered in his ears, thinking of these words, remembering the difficulty of Wang Lichang, and remembering the shame of the past, he hesitated. His eyes were a little cloudy, his gaze was a little confused, but after a moment he got up again and walked to a lake.

The lake has an oval shape. The land of Qingyu Mountain Range is smooth in wind and rain, the sky is moist, the lake water is clean and thorough, and the green is at the bottom. When Wang Dashi saw it, he gave it a name in his heart: Qingyou Lake. He felt that there were many thoughts floating in his heart at the moment, and he should think about it quietly.

Wang Dashi washed his face with water, there was a slight smoke on his burning face, and the scars stained with water emitted bursts of tearing pain. Fortunately, there is only a small amount of freshly burned incense ash on the surface of the ash, and if there is a lot of incense in the solar term, the fiery ash may burn the face to the fullest. Wang Dashi couldn't help but feel that he was a blessing in misfortune - the burning incense stick poked at the scar between his eyebrows, if it was elsewhere, it would not be necessary to burn the flesh and skin, not to mention that it would leave a scar on his face, and if it was poked in the eye, it would be blind. He himself was ugly, and even more so if he had a scar or was blind. His mouth kept muttering "Luck, Luck!"

The afterglow spreads on the water, shining with silvery light, and the surrounding mountains and forests are a picture. Suddenly, Wang Dashi's mood was much better, and seeing that he was still covered in the water, he laughed and washed his head directly in the water.

Not far away is the mountain pavilion, standing high up, stone steps and secluded paths reflected in the water. It turns out that not far from here is the moon-watching peak. Seeing the mountain pavilion at the top of the mountain, Wang Dashi's heart was full of curtains, and he often dreamed in his heart that one day he would learn martial arts and craftsmanship, breathe fresh air in the mountain pavilion, look at the mountains, and fly through the moon mountain where the sky stands.

Of course, this is just a dream, and it is impossible for him to think about it carefully: first, he has no wisdom roots, he is a stupid person, and any master who accepts such a disciple will not like it, let alone teach martial arts and crafts, even if it is passed on, he may not be able to cultivate it with his clumsy qualifications; , and he is not willing to accept himself as a disciple at all.

Thinking of this, Wang Dashi missed Mr. Zhang very much, and said to himself: "How good it would be if the old man of the mushroom could treat me like Mr. Zhang, and if Mr. Zhang of the livestock business did not die! If I had learned the craft of livestock reproduction, I would have eaten more and be more sought-after on the folk roads in the countryside! A sow could give birth to 50 piglets, and a cow could give birth to 10 calves...... Hehe, the main household will give a lot of manual money for food, wine and food, so I don't have to worry. Oops—"

The afterglow of the setting sun gradually disappeared, and the water surface fluctuated clearly, and the sky also darkened again, after all, the sky was not completely dark, and the quiet water still reflected the mountain scenery far and near. Suddenly, Wang Dashi found a strange thing in the middle of it, there is a plant in the reflection of the tip of the branch, the branch is connected to many branches, the branch is full of branches and leaves, full of flowers, these are commonplace, but the flowers are like willow leaves slender, like a lotus. The flowers have not withered, but they actually bear fruit, some are as big as a peach, there are five corners such as zongzi, and there are like water chestnuts, which are uneven.

Different flowers and fruits bloom on a tree? Wang Dashi was surprised, and followed the reflection in the water to find that strange place.

Wang Dashi stopped and looked carefully.

It turns out that this strange place is halfway up the Moon Mountain on the south side of Qingyu Lake.

Mount Guanyue stood tall, jutting out halfway up the waist and diagonally connecting to the ground, forming a narrow steep slope on which the strange thing grew. In addition to this, there are vines that grow long, climbing all over the mountain, and moss marks grow on the wall stones. Looking up from the bottom of the mountain, the mountain wall is steep.

Wang Dashi felt strange, did not take into account the injured body, climbed along the steep slope all the way, just started not long ago, found that a stone tablet was erected on the steep slope, the stele was written with a big "forbidden" word, the back of the stele densely wrote a lot of words, but the sky was getting dark, because the handwriting was too small, it was not clear.

He didn't know a few big words, but the word "forbidden" was not unfamiliar, and he thought that this must be to warn climbers, so as to warn about the danger of climbing.

Wang Dashi smiled bitterly, and said to himself silently: "I was originally a soil farmer, when I was a child, when I was 'catching Zhou', I held a stone, and I was destined to be the material for hard work, Leng Mushroom was not willing to accept me, if I go back, and add jokes to Gu'anzhai Village, I am a cheap life, even if I climb the mountain wall and fall to my death!" In this way, he climbed upward, in spite of the danger and warnings, and when he came nearer, he saw that in addition to the strange plant just now, there were many unnamed trees with leaves of different colors and sizes, with black skins, white spots, and dark blue skins, and here there were dense vines, and on one stem there were branches of different red and green, which enclosed the place where the steep slope met the peak.

This place is very peculiar, there is a soft and fertile soil, it is naturally dark black, wet. Strange trees seem to be pruned and formed, some like human shapes, some like oxen ploughing the field, some like flying horses galloping, a thousand strange shapes, people are incredible.

Could it be that someone cultivated these plants and trees on a precipice in the middle of the mountain?

Wang Dashi climbed up along the vine, he wanted to see how long the vine was and where it stretched after all. At this moment, a tree attracted his attention again, and the colorful leaves of this tree made him feel unstruck and admired!

Wang Dashi admired, at this time a gust of wind blew, the vine leaves shook slightly, making a loud sound, and a young man in white clothes appeared on the slope of the mountain wall. The young man was shining brightly, handsome and tall, exuding an imposing aura, and he could not see his face clearly, but only the long beard was so white that one did not dare to look directly at it with his eyes.

At this time, Wang Dashi was frightened, his mind was blank for a while, and when he came back to his senses, he looked at it and brushed it, and the bearded young man burrowed into the ground and disappeared without a trace.

Wang Dashi rubbed his eyes, and when he got closer, he looked carefully, and he didn't find the young man with the white beard again, and in the place where he disappeared, he saw only a half-waist-high weed, and nothing else. He didn't believe his eyes, and pinched himself hard, realizing that this was not a dream, but a strange thing that was really happening in front of him.

"Oh, this, what's going on, could it be that I was punished by Leng Mushroom just now, my mental tension went wrong, could it be that my head was clumsy and ill or hallucinated? This, this, I am not mistaken!" Wang Dashi recalled the scene just now, and turned it through his mind little by little, he felt that he was not mistaken, the white-bearded young man could move, his body was shining, although he dragged his beard, his body was straight, and he looked like a young man......

After thinking about it for a long time, Wang Dashi didn't come up with a clue, after all, he didn't know if the white-bearded youth really existed. Time passed, the sky was completely dark, and Wang Dashi suddenly remembered that when Leng Mushroom covered his face with the ashes just now, he ran out because of the unbearable pain, but the scattered ashes had not been cleaned up.

"Since he is an apprentice, what Leng Mushroom ordered must be completed, where is there any other reason!"

Wang Dashi dragged his broken steps towards the temple and cleaned the ashes. On the way back, he couldn't calm down, still thinking about the young man with the white beard.