In the end, the little guy who lost the golden body of incense walked away with Huanguan, and the man in white stretched out his hand and waved the silver ring in his ear, and the two disappeared between the swaying, and the same is true for the mountains and rivers that shrink into inches.

It's just that from this day on, the Qin River has dropped by three inches, and as for why this is so, no one knows the reason.

Something seems to be missing, but I don't know what it is.

——

In the capital of another dynasty, it was crowded with people, and the streets were full of people, walking on the street full of stalls.

A thin man with a pale face and sunken cheeks walked down the street with his feet lifted, his eyes dead and without any energy.

"Little brother, wait. ”

At this moment, the man was tapped on the shoulder, and a loud laugh sounded in his ears.

He stopped and turned around, and saw that it was a thin old man wearing a high crown and a Confucian robe, and the old man was smiling at him, but his eyes seemed to be looking at the top of his head.

The man reached out and beckoned to his head suspiciously, strangely, there was nothing.

So he asked, "Is there something wrong with the old gentleman?"

Hearing this, the old man nodded, and then chuckled, "Do you feel unwell during this time, and often feel tired and weak, and often feel restless in the middle of the night. ”

There was a hint of spirit in the man's eyes, and he exclaimed in amazement, "The old gentleman is a god! ”

The old man in the Confucian shirt did not reply this time, but he looked at the man's head, and there was a pale and drenched boy sitting on the man's shoulder, and strangely it seemed that only the old man could see it, but the people and the man could not notice it.

The pale boy had pale pupils and grinned at the old man, with two rows of terrifying fangs.

The thin old man still looked indifferent, and saw his mouth move slightly, as if he was silently saying something to the boy.

The boy smiled disdainfully at first, but gradually turned into astonishment, and finally looked at the old man with a complicated look.

Seeing this scene, the old man smiled and nodded at the boy who was soaking wet and sitting on the man's shoulder, and the boy's figure disappeared.

The man on the side stopped speaking when he saw the old man say a few words at first, and his eyes always fell on his head, so he was a little puzzled.

It wasn't until the boy disappeared that he noticed that his body was loosened, and he seemed to have some energy in an instant.

Just when the man was puzzled, the thin old man stroked his beard and nodded with a smile and turned around to leave.

"Old gentleman??dare to ask what happened to Fang Cai?"

Seeing this scene, the man hurriedly asked with some surprise.

The old man stopped and turned his back to the man and laughed, "Hold a candle to light the night, don't forget the end." Have good intentions, do good deeds, and don't ask about the future. ”

As soon as the words fell, the old man shook his head with a smile and walked forward, wearing a Confucian shirt, there seemed to be lightning and thunder between his walks, leaving behind a confused man.

The old man in the Confucian shirt suddenly stopped halfway through, looked through the surrounding crowd, and caught a glimpse of a few eyes that seemed to be swept towards this side intentionally or unintentionally, a cold woman with a talisman knife on her body, a hunchbacked old man who seemed to be walking on the road, a burly man with a hideous scar on his face, and a little doll jumping around with a sugar gourd.

The old man laughed a little in his heart, is it the Demon Removal Guardian Dao is coming, or do you blame me for ruining your good deeds?

He looked up at the sky again, shook his head and said with a smile, and said in his heart, the boy who was "drowned" and had a lot of grievances, the old man could still say a few words to him.

But there are some people in this world who are even more unreasonable than ghosts. But since the reason doesn't make sense, let's fight.

Who said that a gentleman can be literate but not martial, and there are six arts in walking between heaven and earth.

——

On the other side,

"Da Da Da—"

A carriage walked slowly by the reeds by the river, and on the front of the carriage sat a simple man of forty or fifty years old, holding the reins in one hand and looking down at the reeds and the riverside on the left.

The man thought to himself, this time the master should not leave, I heard that he himself returned to his hometown with the temple to be a county lord.

This made the man a little depressed, because his master was not worthy, he didn't want to put a high position in the temple, and ran back to a small place to be the county lord who had no power in his hands and no oil in his pocket, where was more comfortable than those dignitaries in the capital.

In the carriage that swayed slightly while walking, a middle-aged Confucian scholar with his eyes closed sat on a cushion, his body swaying gently with the carriage swaying, and next to him sat a young man of about fifteen or sixteen years old, a scholar who had been with him for more than ten years.

The scholar's face was a little anxious, and he tried to speak out several times and endured it, his master was tired enough of the long journey in the past few days, and now it was rare to rest, and he really couldn't bear to disturb him anymore.

After twenty miles, I will completely return to the township, and then I don't persuade the master, I am afraid that there will be no chance in the future, I think of this scholar is a little puzzled, more is the same as the man outside, for his own master is not worth it, his own master was admitted to the national prison with the great merit of the first place, and was appreciated by the old scholar in the temple, it stands to reason that it is a great thing that those students who rush to take the exam can not ask for.

But he pushed it, and he also played to show that he didn't want to give up the opportunity to live in the temple, and returned to his hometown to be a little county master, the more he thought about it, the more angry he felt.

The scholar clasped his hands on his chest and his face turned red, and then he was powerless to put it down and sighed lightly, although the old man's temperament is usually friendly and angry, but once he takes the idea, he will not allow others to interfere in the slightest.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar, that is, Liu Qingqiu, in fact, has not yet reached the age of confusion, but he already has a little gray hair on his head that does not match his age, so on the surface of outsiders, no one knows that he is only more than thirty.

Hearing the soft sigh of his scholar, Liu Qingqiu opened his eyes and looked at the young man who had been with him for more than ten years, and smiled slightly, "Liu Yuan, if you have something to say, it's okay to say it." ”

The scholar known as Liu Yuan clasped his hands to his chest, pursed his lips and muttered a little sulkingly, "It's nothing." ”

If someone sees this scene, they will definitely think that this scholar has become a system, and the subordinate does not look like a subordinate, but Liu Yuan knows that in front of his own master, he never cares about these.

Liu Qingqiu shook his head with a smile, and then said softly to him, "Are you still thinking about why I want to return to this hometown, let the big officials in the capital not do it, and run home to be the county master." ”

When Liu Yuan heard this, he nodded angrily, and then asked in a low voice, "I'm just curious, why did you give up that powerful official and have to go back to this poor and remote place, sir." ”

He is really not worth it for the master, the master is very good to his subordinates on weekdays, and he has a good temper, and he is a well-read and knowledgeable reader, how can he be so dead-eyed!

Hearing this, Liu Qingqiu smiled indifferently and did not answer this question, but asked his scholar a question, "Liu Yuan, do you know what it means to be an official and why to be an official." ”

Liu Yuan put down his hand, rolled his eyes, and said with some uncertainty, "Isn't being an official just to make a lot of money, and then marry a lady who is as beautiful as a flower, and do some good things for the people by the way, ...... There is still a need to do something practical. ”

Liu Qingqiu was amused, shook his head and said with a smile, "I ask you to read more books on weekdays, but you always take my words as wind in your ears." ”

Then he quipped, "If this is the case again, I will have to ask a master to let you go back to the mansion to serve the master." ”

"Don't, I don't want to go back......"

Liu Yuan is not afraid of anything, he is afraid that his master will let him go back to the house, you must know that except for his own master, everyone else is arrogant, it's not that he doesn't want to go back to serve the old lady, the main thing is that no one is better than his own master!

Liu Qingqiu nodded, and then said with a smile, "Liu Yuan, now this temple in the court is by no means so calm as it looks on the surface, and it will not be ...... in three years."

In the middle of speaking, he suddenly stopped, turned his head and lifted the window curtain to look out at the reeds and rivers.

Liu Yuan asked with some confusion, "Master, what will happen in three years?"

Hearing this, Liu Qingqiu shook his head and said nothing.

This middle-aged Confucian with a little gray hair on his head looked at a few birds flying over the reeds, and sighed softly in his heart, in less than three years, this dynasty is afraid that the name of the country will be changed to "Han".

It's not that I don't trust Liu Yuan, it's just that there are some things I can say to my scholar, and some of them are really speechless, and it's better to know less.

There is also a trivial thing that cannot be spoken to people in the bottom of his heart, that is, the Han Dynasty has sent someone to find him, it is the young Confucian who wears a hosta, that is, the current national teacher of the Han Dynasty, Li Qingze.

As for what happened between the two, no one knows, the only thing that can be known is that this seemingly "middle-aged" Confucian scholar has retreated to the temple since that day and lived far away in his hometown to become a small county magistrate.

——

Dengfeng City, fifty miles away,

There is a behemoth called "Xuantian Sect" here, which is a world-famous immortal mountain.

Today, there was a sudden heavy snowfall at the foot of Xuantian Sect Mountain, and the people of the sect were confused, you must know that such a heavy snow has not been seen here for decades.

And under the top of this towering immortal mountain, there is no nail in the mountain, at the foot of the mountain that is covered with 3,000 moss steps, there is a huge stone archway on the way up the mountain, and the memorial arch is written on the sentence "Cultivation of the Xuan, God rewards diligence".

The meaning of the cards between the lines is big, and the confidence is enough.

And in this mountain and wilderness, there is a white snow, as if covered with a thick layer of white clouds.

In the heavy snowfall, coupled with the snow layer of several ancient pines on the mountain shaking off with the wind, and the moss staircase that seems to reach the sky, it has a bit of a fairyland on earth.

At this moment,

At the foot of the mountain, a figure walked through the archway, and I saw that this person was dressed in white fur and velvet, holding a wine jug in his left hand, and when he approached a little closer, he was a handsome man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes.

"Goo-goo-goo"

The handsome man staggered to this side, picked up the flask and took a few sips, the wine spilling down his neck and soaking the clothes on his chest.

After drinking, the man in white shouted loudly, "Happy!"

Then he looked up at the moss-covered staircase that reached to the sky, which was now covered with a heavy layer of snow.

Occasionally, when a few sword-carrying disciples who had gone up the mountain to return to the sect passed by, they all bowed their hands respectfully, "Uncle Yue." ”

The man ignored it as if he hadn't heard it.

Those disciples were not surprised, after worshipping, they walked straight up the mountain, as if they had long been accustomed to this Uncle Yue's actions.

It's just that they inevitably sighed in their hearts, feeling sorry for this uncle who had been given high hopes by the sect in the past, and they were one step away from being called a true "immortal" by the people on the mountain, that is, the immortal realm sword cultivator.

"Bang"

After they left, the handsome man threw away the flask in his hand, fell to the ground with a thud and scattered in all directions.

He staggered forward, accidentally stumbling to the ground under his feet, and when he raised his head and saw the moss staircase with his eyes slightly narrowed, the white-clothed great sword immortal who was not like a sword cultivator but more like a madman suddenly laughed inexplicably.

He smiled and laughed and shed two lines of tears, only to see him lying on the snow looking at the mossy staircase while crying and laughing, "What is the path of cultivation, what is the way of cultivation? The road in the world is narrow and the wine glass is wide! The road in the world is narrow...... The glass is wide!"