(Sixty-five years have passed)

Thousands of peaks stand around the wilderness, and a water hugs the city. The water surrounds the green mountains, the mountains surround the water, the mountains float green, and the water floats the mountains. The hanging temple is built according to the mountain, and there is a poem that praises and says, "The temple on the Cuiping Peak is suspended in the air, and the origin of the three religions is in Vientiane." The shadow of the clouds slowly came out of the cliff, and the bell sounded like a golden dragon. ”

There are some ordinary villages and towns scattered outside Cuiping Mountain, among which the Buddha's foot town adjacent to the entrance of the Hanging Temple Mountain is the most prominent, the town has a long history, the building is simple and ancient, there are several places that are said to have the origin of the scenery with the Hanging Temple, it is a good place to visit the small station.

In the early spring, the mountain flowers are splendid, the main road leading to the foot of the mountain in the town, the travelers are weaving, there are naughty children who go noisily in groups of three or five, there are also small merchants and hawkers carrying the picks and crowds shuttling, there is a square on the side of the road that is not very large, it is full of simple shacks, there are often several compassionate masters who are practicing medicine in the shed, some patients and the patient's family members who come to seek medical advice are lined up in an orderly manner, the long queue extends from the square to the far side of the road, the town is lively and calm, as before.

The sound of horses' hooves just sounded from the entrance of the town, and soon disappeared into the hustle and bustle of the town, when a carriage slowly stopped, and a middle-aged scholar stubbornly blocked in front of the car.

This person is dressed as an ordinary township teacher, wearing an old but very clean cyan robe, chasing a jade plate with complex patterns around his waist, holding a few books under his armpits, his face is white and beardless, his eyebrows and eyes are soft, and he looks at the driver helplessly at the moment.

After a farewell of many years, the old people are reunited.

The past comes to life.

More than fifty years ago, when she was in the prime of life, she had been looking for the man in the earthly world for three years, and then she found out the whereabouts of the man from nowhere, so she rushed to come from thousands of miles.

His face was haggard, his clothes were ragged, like a beggar, he was blocked by himself, so he knelt helplessly at his feet, the third brother, the third brother begged with crying, Lanshan was a little distressed, but there was nothing he could do.

Stubborn, she patrolled the Buddha Foot Town for a year, always looking for the opportunity to go up the mountain, and it was also the most headache year in Lanshan, and she could always find her intention to find another way in the front mountain, back mountain, cliff, deep pool and many other unexpected places in the Hanging Temple.

What's even more amazing is that she makes up and is easy to look at, her skills are exquisite, what kind of traffickers and pawns, old and weak women and children, young children and old people come easily, both forms and forms, almost chaotic, if it weren't for Lanshan's means, I'm afraid she has been fooled.

She didn't know that Arashiyama planted a child and mother charm on her when she first met, the original intention was to guard against her from thinking about it for a while and doing something stupid, but she didn't expect that finding another way would become a means to restrain her.

Later, she changed the number of roads, one move failed and another trick came again, the tricks were complicated, splashing dog blood angrily in the residence of Lanshan in Tofu Lane, flying stones in the middle of the night, Lanshan was calm, unmoved, and still did not back down.

If the hard one doesn't work, the soft one will come, so when Lanshan eats, sleeps, and walks, he will always have a small tail by his side, and once he is free, he will face a pair of tearful eyes, and she knows that thousands of words are in vain. So he looks at you pitifully like a puppy.

Several times Lanshan was almost shaken, but this matter was very wide-ranging, and the new pattern of the cultivation realm was not yet deep-rooted, and no one could visit the person who was imprisoned on the top of the mountain according to the agreement, which was also the person's own will, and the people involved were even more happy to see it come to fruition.

Only a few people knew about it and were involved in it, and I don't know where she found out.

Such a variety of fighting methods lasted for a year, maybe she racked her brains to figure it through, knew that she couldn't do anything, so she made one last attempt on a snowy morning, and left in despair.

That day was plain white, and a thin and stubborn figure walked in the pale and indifferent world with a big bag on his back, and left like that without saying goodbye to her.

During the interval of relief, Arashiyama also felt that something had been taken away by her, and his heart collapsed empty.

It's been three years since they met again, her face is still the same, her eyes are resolute, she chooses to ask him directly about the sword, the cultivation of the Dongxuan Middle Realm, even if Lanshan deliberately presses the realm, Yunqi is still defeated, this time she asked Lanshan for more than a month in the town, and she also got along with him day and night.

Then on a dull morning, they were relatively silent, I don't know how many hours passed, she wiped away from tears after never saying a word to him, Arashiyama always remembered that it was a morning, and the sun began to be a little dazzling.

Three years later, another ten years, she pointed out that Xuan was on camera, lost three games in a row, and left that day, Lanshan felt that Yunqi should hate herself, because she had a reason to hate him, and being speechless was the best evidence.

This time, after 30 years, Lanshan lived in the town near Jiazi time, opened a private school on weekdays, enlightened the children in the neighborhood, exchanged some meager money to cope with daily expenses, enlightened generations of children, and sent away batch after batch of old people in the streets.

After living for a long time, the residents of the town know that there is a respected old school teacher in Tofu Lane, who is knowledgeable, generous and kind, and has never spoken ill of others, nor has he punished any student.

The people of the town know that this teacher loves wine, and when he is drunk, he will chant a "wild vine grass".

There are vines and grass in the wild, and there is no dew. There is a beautiful person, clear and graceful. Encounters and encounters are suitable for my wishes. There are vines and grasses in the wild, and there is no dew. There is a beautiful person, as graceful as Qingyang. Encounter and meet, and meet with the son.

Over and over again, and over again. No one knows that the drunken Arashiyama sang in a low voice, and the wine was accompanied by a little sadness that was not enough for outsiders.

Spring goes to autumn, geese pass a few times, the flowers on Mo bloom one after another, Lanshan often wanders at the entrance of the town, looking into the distance, and the people in the town are speculating whether the people he is waiting for will come back.

Three, five, and ten years,

Young, middle-aged, rejuvenated,

Life is only a few decades of cold and summer, and perhaps the richest life is the most beautiful first sight, and the helpless regret of forgetting the rivers and lakes.

She won't come back, Lan Shan occasionally murmurs alone, but he is used to waiting, and he is used to being sorrowful, and he is used to the quiet years, accompanied by a pot of old wine.

Now, she is back again, thousands of miles away, across thousands of rivers and mountains, wading through the long river of years, and coming from outside the town. I know it's not for him, so what does it matter?

The Yiren returned far away, met the old people, a pot of wine, I am afraid that I will not be able to satisfy the joy of reunion after a long absence.

"Xiao Qi, don't come to harm?" After many years, he smiled at the man with a hint of satisfaction.