A person who cultivates alone, the body is more than seven feet, burly and broad-shouldered, the big feet touch the bottom of the marks, the black and white eyes are scattered, and there is a white temporary halo in the eyes, when it turns, it is like a colored side flower plate, looking at the figure will shrink and expand, but wrapped in grass clothes to expose strong muscles and breasts, the momentum is not low, and when you see someone coming, you are silent.

Li Shuishan didn't think so at first, as if he had seen it wrong, but when he was within a few feet, his eyelids jumped, and he frightened away the fish in the Qinghu Lake, which was full of bighead carp, minnows, perch, etc., and hurriedly landed, and said: "I'm sorry, when I came to Baicheng for the first time, I didn't expect someone to rest here." ”

The solitary cultivator's posture was slightly bloated, but after getting up, the muscles of his whole body swelled, and he said calmly: "I should apologize to you, I am not from this place, I happened to walk here, I saw such a scene, pay attention to it a few times, just breathe and breathe, and leave later." ”

Li Shuishan stood by the pavilion, behind him was a small bridge supported by a dead wood stick, and the banks were overgrown with rare weeds, including the lush soft skin leaf grass, the seven-petal flowers and plants of Bairong, and the needletips of the stamens, but at first glance they did not look alike, and after looking closely, I felt that the names of these grasses were recorded in books such as "Shake Down Medicine" that were thrown aside when the old madman gave him a medicinal bath.

At that time, I was still confused, seeing those strange and cumbersome drug names, squinting at the speed of reading a book like a glance and ten lines, or the brain melon seeds were buzzing, and I still knew the names of several herbs in the illustrations, walked over, looked at this person closely, and said respectfully: "We are also strangers, I guess don't apologize to each other." However, for a wonderful encounter here, I still ask for the name of Daoist friend first. ”

The solitary cultivator shook his head and replied, "I have no name and no sex, and I don't have what you call the Tao name. ”

Li Shuishan was stunned for a moment and asked, "The so-called, isn't it a Taoist friend who is not a person? No, no, isn't a Taoist friend a monk of Zhufeng, or a person who is a loose cultivator?"

The solitary cultivator: "I am a human being, but I am not a casual cultivator, nor am I a mountain person. I was born and raised here. ”

Li Shuishan was in a trance, as if he had heard a secret, and said bitterly: "It turns out that there will be natives in the sword, I don't know at all, and I am disrespectful." ”

The solitary cultivator smiled, turned around and was about to leave, rising with the wind, exhaling and exhaling, extremely refreshing, his face suddenly pale, "My whereabouts are uncertain, according to the words of your monks who have come down from the peaks, I am a solitary cultivator, and I can also be said to be an indigenous clan. I was born here and will not have any friends or relatives in the future. I see that you are ordinary, and you must be a naïve teenager, and I tell you to talk more, do less, and be more vigilant, lest you die. ”

Li Shuishan smiled bitterly and looked at him walking away, his heart was really shocked, a cloud rolled up behind him, twisted into a thin rope, very strong, after a few breaths, it spread out and returned to its original state, sighed slightly, and watched the surrounding scenery.

Small pavilion, Xiaoqing Lake has a sense of smoke and rain, mixed with the greenery of some grass blades, the water waves, stepping on the head of the frightened fish, brushing over the shore, no clean sky, missing the scorching heat of the day, less cold of the moon, merging a kind of compartment reflective scene, more soft and delicate, I don't know if it is a mirror shadow?

After having fun for a while, fly back to the white city, at this time the white clouds are thick, it seems to be difficult to get rid of a little contamination, you can feel it in the dark, the time of the day is spent again, the contrast between the day here is more obvious than in other places, although it is only the difference between the light and the cloudy weather, so that he is still a little comfortable, and then falls on the city wall, and the little soul sleeps very soundly.

Li Shuishan couldn't bear to be disturbed, and was just about to fly, but was grabbed by his illusory little hand, and begged: "Little friend, help me beg your master, can you let me go back to Zhufeng? I'm here for nearly ten."

It's been a year, and I've watched too many souls die, and countless monsters have been stabbed to death, for fear that one day I will dissipate with the wind. ”

Seeing that it was so pitiful, Li Shuishan didn't say a word, and comforted: "Didn't the master say, wait, I will go back one day, saying that you have lived for so many years, you are very lucky, and you are not dead, what are you afraid of?"

When it heard it, it wiped a layer of shallow soul tears and said, "I really beg you, I really want to go back, I want to go back to my home, I miss my father." ”

Li Shuishan saw that he was so pitiful and asked, "Are you a monk of Zhufeng, how can you be so pitiful after death?"

It said clearly: "I am a casual cultivator, once when I went deep into the deep sea, I was swallowed by a monster with a big mouth of blood, and my soul happened to be blocked by the sword in my hand, and I didn't inhale it, and quietly escaped, who knew that when I met your master, it put me in a gray mountain magic weapon, and smelted most of the soul power drive, I cried for three days and three nights before letting me go." Maybe it's because my soul power is peculiar and strong compared to other demon souls, since then, he will take me every time he goes out and let me drive the magic circle in the magic weapon. It wasn't until he went up the mountain two years ago that I was relieved, but life was still boring. ”

"I don't have any hope anymore, I just want to let me go up the mountain, and after I leave the peaks, I will go to my father and mother to see how they are doing. I am ashamed that I did not fulfill my filial piety to them. As he spoke, it burst into tears.

Li Shuishan sighed and said, "I'll do my best." Then he flew down the city wall and landed next to the hut, and saw that the old madman was still sleeping, and the big man with a big belly beside him looked at him with a smile, and the old Li Guoren had already wandered away.

"I'm a water leek, and I've known you for so long, but I haven't told you. ”

Li Shuishan nodded and said, "Shizun told me. ”

"Oh?" he asked, "what did you say?"

Li Shuishan opened his mouth and said: "I talked about your conduct in the world, as well as some of your great achievements. ”

"That's all?" he was a little disdainful, because he knew that he had never done anything, extremely lazy, but he loved to follow the strong.

"I also praised you for your burly figure, amazing strength, approachable, clever and diligent..."

Shui Leek touched his belly and said with a smile: "There is also this kind of good thing, he has such a high opinion of me, it seems that my idea of worshipping him as a teacher is about to come true, hehe, thank you for telling me, I am very happy today." ”

An old voice from inside the room who had just woken up shouted, "Zangsheng, come in quickly." ”

Li Shuishan had no choice but to walk in, and then saw an old leather face with a big eye and a small eye, yawned and said, "Don't say much, follow me to observe the stone wall text." Remember, your mind is condensed, don't look around, I take a step and you follow me, otherwise you will fall into the illusion of killing, and it will be difficult to save you as a teacher. ”

The old madman took Li Shuishan to the back hills, short hills, cold, not the cold of winter ice and snow, but a kind of throbbing from the heart, for the suppression of the spirit, close to the predecessor of a mountain more than ten zhang high, surrounded by a few yellow stakes, half of which were driven into the ground, and some golden ancient texts were suspended above, alternating between the stakes.

The stakes pierced through the black rust iron chains, connected into circles several zhang wide, and the earth and rocks below were buzzing, and the plants that were close to the stakes were uprooted, leaving white whiskers in the roots, which were broken by the tips of the stems and leaves, and shattered to the roots, and disappeared into dust.

An old figure fell to the ground, raised his hand and patted the wooden stake, and the ancient culture that emerged was a drop of water and merged into a big character with a simple atmosphere, and when this word was formed, it was just right

Breaking through the surrounding coldness, bringing a touch of gentleness, passing through the palm of the old madman's hand, it became a key.

There was a snort, and it was stuck in the air, and then a stone door appeared, and the back was empty, and he shouted, "Go in." ”

Li Shuishan walked in with his pace, there was a bang in the rear, the stone door was closed, and the faint light that had just disappeared directly, falling into darkness, a bright light was lit, the old madman held an oil lamp, lit the green wick, the fire emitted was faint, as if it was blown away, and after walking a few steps, he felt the cold wind coming, and he trembled and wrapped his robe tightly, only to find that it was useless.

The old madman's right hand blocked the wind in front of him, the fire flickered on and off, and after walking a few hundred steps, he suddenly saw a line, and the light diffused was not strong, but in the darkness, it was like a road to hope.

"Keep up, get out of this darkness, and you will come to a place where there is light. ”

Li Shuishan took a cautious step and saw a green mountain, it turned out that there was a mountain in the mountain, a small stream flowing slowly, and there was water in the water.

Green mountains such as water mountains, beautiful and edible, a curved path to the top, weeds can cover people's eyes, the shallowest is not over the horseshoe, the delicate first flowers to be put away, bend the stems and leaves, then sit on it a small stone, the stone is redundant, lead the surrounding green vine branches and leaves, flow through the water, the water chestnut has already been smoothed, round and light, see the spring that gathers below, the size of the waist, sigh gushing.

There was a demon soul with open eyes, opened his brown eyes, chewed the soul from the grass in his mouth, got up at will, and bowed: "The return of the madman predecessor is gratifying." Time passed in a hurry, the sun and moon sandalwood trees were shattered, the grass was born and died and the wind blew, the water stream gathered around the spring, the ink was written and dried, dried and grinded, as if waiting for you to mention words to the stone wall. The cross had rotted, and the bookmarks were messed up again. ”

The old madman responded to the occasion with a sense of sorrow, his eyes were full of light, and he said: "Once the world passes, the cicadas sound for a season, the flowers and plants become a mortal for a year, a mortal for a hundred years, and a tree demon for a thousand years." This pen is repeated again and again, the bookmarks are randomly opened, and the person who mentions the words is not me, so what can I do? I am always just grinding the visitor, deepening its thoughts and sorrows, and the person it is waiting for is still a departed woman. It is called a water bird. I just put pen to paper thickly, 'easy to do, find the unsolved', and the person who solves it is still the person who has left. ”

The demon spirit bowed down and said, "I haven't seen this person return. ”

The old madman waved his hand to get it up, and said, "No need, it won't come back." ”

Li Shuishan brushed the blades of grass with one hand, looked at the old madman going up the mountain, hesitated for a while, lifted the cloth shoes, stepped on the small stones, went up the mountain, approached the wooden pillar that turned back to the blue light, played a layer of paint that did not come from nowhere, placed three or four stone piers, spread a willow pattern cloth mat on it, sat down, and appreciated it carefully, the old madman stood motionless beside the stone, turned to sit on the stone pier, brushed the table, and said: "The dust is on the face, and a wisp of light branches and leaves fall on the table, as if I miss the person who mentions the word." Don't wait, I'll give you a poem. ”

Li Shuishan leaned his head, and the old madman picked up a stone pen and wiped it in a sunken water dish, and it became black ink.

"The green smoke and white flow send the beauty, and the stone platform white jade pillar stone. It is difficult for the demon to swallow grass and preserved fruits, and the cat spring in the underwater corridor. Mountains are one, water is two, up and down are one, and left and right are two. One call, two simmers, scratching his ears and fighting the ink and wash alone. The mountain stone has a line of sexual demeanor, and the wind listens to the drunken hill. You don't listen, I don't listen, you don't read, I don't read, I'm already an immortal... Happy Fun..."

Indulge in the pen, wipe his thumb print on the stone platform, look down again, dissipate away, ink inkstone put the pen, and said with a smile: "You have a strong temper, you have told the detailed story, don't think about this word again in the future, otherwise you will be lonely and old." ”