"Once upon a time there was a mountain, called Hushan Mountain, and there was a hermit on the mountain, whose eyes were like the sun, and his fingers could pick up thousands of stones. ”

"Every day, when the clouds are everywhere, I will step into the mountains, go to the spout-like place on the top of the mountain to get water and come back to cook. The water he drank was the thin ice water under the ice pillow jade lotus, and the entrance was smooth and delicate, like fragrant gum and edible, but this water was not the water of the world, and it was more than the geese falling in the sky. ”

"The mountains and rivers are beautiful, thousands of strange and independent, and there are wonderful people who can see through the world, and the fairyland is even more beautiful than the painting. If I don't see this person in my life, I will have no heart in my life, and my heart is dead, so where will I die?"

"The vulgar people are in the world, you are my most proud protégé, I am the most curious about your heart, the purest, only the purest heart can see the sun and moon that we can't see, the wide avenue that we can't see. ”

"I want to take you into the mountains and meet the reclusive man. ”

The old man who spoke, dressed in sackcloth shoes, pinched a little beard, his eyes were clear and sweet, and there was a woman sitting behind him, her eyes were like thousands of miles of rivers and rivers, but there was no trace of ripples in calm, so that people in ordinary clothes looked at each other, and they couldn't extricate themselves. But she lifted her eyes, and a flower appeared in her blue pupils.

The wild chrysanthemum she saw on the side of the road shrank in an instant, and gradually withered, as if ashamed.

She pulled up her flower head in distress, shed tears, and murmured: "This is a chrysanthemum, and I can't see the way back." I have no remorse, why did you fail?"

The old man touched the small bamboo weaving of the hat and said kindly: "You are not a mortal thing, why should you have remorse." Hit, nothing and nothing. ”

"Let's go. ”

She lifted her red shoes, pulled up the white skirt on her body, the hairband rose and fell in the air, this small dirt road leading to Hushan, the September wild chrysanthemum on the side blew to the middle of the mountain, the flying flowers in the sky, floating beside her, she raised her finger, her index finger was slightly warped, and it fell into a piece, and there was still a little regret on this piece, and it also withered.

The flowers everywhere came to his side and became dried flowers.

The old man had no intention in his heart and continued to move forward.

In the old house at the top of the pot mountain, a recluse man sitting and drinking tea showed sharp eyes, saw the two coming, picked up the teapot, lit the hay on the side, smiled and blew a wild chrysanthemum on the spout, spread out his robe, and sat on the stone.

There were six stones in front of him, each of which was clean and clear, and it was washed several times, leaving no dust and haze, and his eyes the size of peas were wiped with his rough yellow hands, and he could see clearly the appearance of the woman and the old man.

When the old man reached the top of the mountain, he walked no more than a thousand steps, looking at the long way from a distance, but it was actually approaching gently, and the woman leaned slightly to worship.

"The younger generation, the valley of the mountain, the uneven ground, the boiled water man, guarding the spiritual rhyme for the country. Seeing the heaven and earth spirit dragon jumping, drifting, there is a change to ward off evil spirits, in the dream there is a boy to report the news, see the peach blossom in the world, the wind blows, the rain falls, it is difficult to tie the knot that has died.

At that time, there was an evil thing that grabbed the braid of the little boy, and there was a weng in the water, and the fishing was returned, so I did a stupid thing, and calculated that the gentleman must be born, so I pulled the disciple I liked the most, and made some requests. ”

The recluse nodded slightly, "oh", and replied flatly: "The original people are all guests, since you see me in the door, you don't lack this time, drink a few cups of chrysanthemum tea, and soothe your mood." ”

The two sat on top of each other.

He picked up the steaming teapot and reached three cups, on top

There were a few chrysanthemums floating on his face, and he murmured: "September is coming, Pei Zhuyi, eat canopy bait, drink chrysanthemum wine, but unfortunately I like to drink chrysanthemum tea, so I will taste it together." Today, it is the ninth day of September, climb high and see far. ”

"I'm a bad guy here, guarding the empty mountain alone, what's the name of September 9?"

The old man smiled and asked, "What is the meaning of the peach blossoms?"

The hermit poured the chrysanthemum tea and said: "The peach blossom varies from person to person, what young men and women see, will be born with the bud of love, the man is ready to hire the gift money, not more, the woman must be dressed in red to marry, the dowry is not much, and she waits carefully for the doorman to come." And the meaning of Mr. Teaching, is 'peach and plum all over the world', teaching well, achieving a talent, holding their own reverence and artistic conception, peace of mind to pick up the pen and write, there will naturally be a gift in return. ”

"As for your 'peach blossom', there are many things that have changed, the boy reports the news, the evil grabs the braids, and some people have bad intentions towards you, but I am afraid that the career will not be guaranteed, and more seriously, the country will not be protected. People complained, the suffering of war came, the dead things pulled their souls, and the ghosts passed by.

The wind and rain fall, your heart is cold and there is no plan to do it, you can't save it, you can't protect it, otherwise you will die together. The person you are guided by in your dream is to walk into Hushan on the ninth day of September, see me, let me guide you to the maze, watch the peach blossoms fall into the water, but there is no 'willow and dark flowers and another village'. ”

The old man's face was sad.

"There are many sufferings in the world, and the mortal people who are born have countless calamities, and they are testing themselves, if they survive, they can continue to become a promising person, and if they don't, they will be assimilated with the years, and there is no solution. ”

"The matter of seclusion is why I am here to wait for you both. If you leave the mundane and sit with me in Hushan and wait for the sky to change, you can see another new thing appear, and then you will have a grand plan to enter the mortal world, or leave with me to see another strange world, how about it?"

The old man fell into heavy thought, he looked up at the direction he came, there were many pavilions, fireworks, and more wanderers entered it to study, express their wisdom, the birds in the air gathered in flocks, fell under the eaves of small households, looking for a place to build a nest, to welcome the arrival of the cold wind.

There were a few children who were playing, pinching the colorful windmills in the book, running and playing, watching the loving woman and the man pull the curtain on the red boat, and doing some shy things.

"No, I feel that I must belong to that happy land, that land of prosperity, I was born here, I don't want to, I don't want to ......"

The woman was silent, but her heart seemed to be touched.

The hermit shook his head and said: "Fate refers to irreversible, although you belong, but there is a common saying in your heart: born in this place, you must be a ghost in this place." You have a variety of options, and you don't have to stay here and lose your future. ”

The old man laughed miserably: "I comprehend the heavens because of the spiritual rhyme, seek the welfare of the people, and avoid evil, when the disaster is near, if I escape, I disobey my heart, thousands of people die, I live alone, how can I rest assured?"

The recluse didn't ask him, poured the tea and put it in front of the two of them, stretched out his hand to signal to drink the tea, the tea was fragrant, the old man drank the tea happily, and didn't care about the heat or cold of the tea, but the person who drank it, the woman covered it with her sleeve, blew the tea and burned her lips, and gently put it on the stone table.

The old man took a bite of his stomach, and some meaning was undecided, and this September day, the cool wind blew in front of them, blowing the rough hair, and blowing the woman's heart. Her eyes were flat

There are no tears, and there are all kinds of waves in her heart, which shows that she also wants to go back to that place, look at the gloomy landscape, and watch the sky quietly.

The old man spoke: "This woman is the only female disciple I have accepted, and I went out of the city gate one day to see her sitting in the pavilion, and I don't know where she came from. I gave him a sense of home, I didn't think she was deliberate, completely different from others, her eyes were as calm as the surface of the river, and everything could not make a little wave, and the stamens she saw, the new saplings in bloom, could not resist a glance. I couldn't see the magic of him, so I brought it to my husband. ”

The hermit raised his eyebrows and glanced at it.

The woman opened her eyes gently, revealing blue pupils, with a ruthless face, and slowly spoke: "In the whole world, there are things you can't see." ”

"She belongs to the sword spirit of a sword in that other world, which is why I am waiting for you here. ”

"One, show you the way. ”

"Two, take her back to the sword. ”

"The ninth day of September is the day of your greatest opportunity, and it is also the time to break through the sky. ”

The hermit raised his hand and pointed, and the pot mountain shook, and a long sword floated out, and there was a golden dragon stepping on the green leaf on the sword, and two whiskers threw out the sword body, emitting blue light, "This sword is 'Golden Dragon Stepping Leaf', a sword guarding the sword, when the instrument spirit inside was born, I accepted the guidance of the sword body to find the sword spirit." ”

"The sword spirit is the soul of the sword, if it is missing, it will be a lot less powerful, and it will be less of your so-called spiritual charm. ”

The woman touched the sword floating beside her, feeling a sense of familiarity, touching the blade, the long sword buzzed, revealing wisps of blue streaks, floating in the air.

She said lightly: "I saw it in a dream, it originated from a sword mountain, there were three green dragon stepping leaf swords, and in the end only it survived. It sees me as a home, and I see it as a home. ”

"But I don't know, how did I get out of it?"

The hermit drank a cup of tea, and the taste was strong: "There are hundreds of thousands of swords in Sword Mountain, each of which has a trace of spiritual charm, and only one sword in it can survive. You have protected it, and you have cut off the spirit. ”

"And it searched for you for a hundred years before it appeared in your other life. ”

"You come from nature, associated with heaven and earth, conceived by Xuanhuang, ground rain, earth wind, become a human body, this is a chance, but also a Tao. ”

The woman touched the sword with a calm face, and looked at the old man with a relieved expression, "I am also very happy that you have found your memory." I have seen the karma between you and me in the past few years, and you must not belong to ordinary things. Even if I see through the heavens, it won't stop you from running towards freedom and going far away. ”

The lines of his eyes were deeply engraved in the woman's eyes.

'You have no name or surname, it's good to have a home.' ’

"Then I'll go back. He smiled, revealing the kindness of his parents, which made the woman's heart sour, but there were no tears in her eyes. She wanted to say something, but there were no words.

The old man poured a cup of chrysanthemum tea in front of him again, and slowly walked down the mountain, his body was a little stiffer, and under the slanting sun, he was even older, he walked all the way, and muttered:

"On September 9, send the sword into Hushan. When will I see chrysanthemums on the Double Ninth Day next year? ”