There is a bridge on the high Taiyin Mountain.

The sea of clouds is rushing under the bridge, and the water is flowing under the bridge.

The two teenagers stood quietly at the head of the bridge, looking at the white stone bridge in front of them, and their eyes were a little curious about how the bridge was built.

There is a building on the other side of the bridge, 100 feet high, although they have not been there, but both of them know that it should be Wangshu Tower.

Wu Qitu stared at the sea of clouds under the stone bridge, listened to the sound of flowing water mixed in the sea of clouds, and said: "I heard that there is a bridge in front of Wangshu Tower, called Suye, it seems that it should not be the right time for us to come." ”

Looking at the rising sun that had just risen from the sky, Fang Chang nodded and mocked, "Perhaps, you can sit here until night and then cross the bridge." ”

Wu Qitu still looked down at the stone bridge, silently, and shook his head.

There is a white stone bridge in front of Wangshu Tower, called Suye, it is said that there is a talisman under the bridge, which is the spirit of the town.

This bridge is the first test of the entrance test.

Both of them looked down at the same time, and they both noticed a gray footprint at the head of the bridge, which should have been stepped on by a young boy.

The gray footprints look out of place on the white stone bridge, and they are extremely discordant.

Recalling that they met the test takers who turned back along the way, the two were slightly surprised.

Fang Chang spoke: "This footprint doesn't look like it was just stepped on. ”

Wu Qitu bowed slightly, looked forward, and found that there was not only one footprint on this bridge, but the color of the previous step was lighter, which was very strange.

If the young man's feet were stained with any dirt, the color should be lighter and lighter when he walked on the bridge, but here it was completely reversed.

Fang Chang said with a smile: "Could it be that person likes to walk in the opposite direction?"

Wu Qitu replied: "You are so bored?"

"I don't, but I'm sure no one else will. ”

Wu Qitu no longer struggled with him about the question of which teenager was walking in the opposite direction or in reverse, and his gaze returned to the bridge from the footprints on the bridge.

"I heard the teacher say in the Crazy Book Pavilion that when the master first talked to him, he said that in this world, Fu Wangshu Lou can rank among the top three. Wu Qitu looked at the stone bridge in front of him, as if he had seen through the stone bridge and saw the mystery hidden under the bridge.

Fang Chang was quite disappointed when he heard this, shook his head and sighed slightly: "Looking at Shu Lou majestically, there are only the top three in the row. ”

According to what Fang Chang thought in his heart, even if Qinglian was arrogant and confident at the beginning, and he was proud to be the first in the world, then Wangshu Lou should also be the second in the ranking, and now that Wu Qitu said that it was only the top three, Fang Chang would inevitably be disappointed in his heart.

Wu Qitu chuckled and said, "The top three are already top-notch. ”

If an ordinary person gets the title of the top three in any kind of attainment, he is definitely a top person.

It is expected that Shulou should not only be the top, but also the top.

Fang Chang smacked his lips and said, "I have nothing to say when the pavilion master is the first, but who can live above Wangshu Tower?"

Wu Qitu shook his head, "Shigong is only ranked second, and one of them is someone else. ”

Fang was shocked.

He couldn't imagine that someone like Qinglian could be so calmly willing to live under others, but when he thought about it, arrogance didn't mean self-deception, but even so, he still wanted to know what kind of person would be who could make Qinglian admit that he was the first in the world.

"I've heard that the matter of talismans in this world belongs to the strongest pavilion master. Fang Chang thought for a moment.

"As the so-called layman looks lively, how many of those who say such things know how many people know how to do it?"

"So you understand very well?" Fang Chang asked mockingly.

Wu Qitu shook his head and replied calmly, "I don't understand." ”

Cultivation talismans not only require the talent of the practitioner, but also require extremely harsh conditions to be written.

There are very few cultivators, and among these cultivators, there is another round of screening, so there are only a few people who can finally pass through the talisman.

Yan Weichu said that it was about to be lost, and it was not just his personal opinion, but also something that every cultivator was aware of.

Even if Qinglian is Wu Qitu's master, but this Wu Qitu still doesn't understand the talisman, which can be imagined that the person who can't pass the talisman is not just as simple as being a good teacher.

Fang Chang didn't mock too much, because he didn't understand either...

"To be above the pavilion master, I have never heard of it in this world, presumably the first one should have never made a move. ”

People who have not made a move, or people who have not been seen at the time of the shot, are obviously not easy to gather information about them, and no one knows that there is still an existence in this world that lives above Qinglian.

Qinglian can occupy the first place in the world's mouth, because the melting sword is the lotus queen sitting in Chang'an City, and many strong cultivators have seen the green lotus after coming to Chang'an City.

There are many people who have come to Chang'an City, and they have seen a lot, but there is only one person who can break it in ten years, and after breaking it, that person has become the current sword saint.

This in itself is an affirmation of that green lotus.

However, Wu Qitu was able to say this kind of topic, obviously not to arouse the curiosity of the other party.

What he wants to say is that Wangshulou is very strong, but this world is not as weak as we think.

Wu Qitu nodded and did not reply.

Fang Chang looked at Wu Qitu with an inquiring meaning in his eyes.

Wu Qitu smiled: "The master never said it, so the teacher doesn't know." ”

"Mr. Yan Nian didn't ask?"

"Not yet. ”

Fang Chang was quite regretful, then looked at the stone bridge in front of him and changed the topic.

"How is this bridge crossed?"

"Walk through. ”

A very simple answer, but also the most correct answer.

But in Fang Chang, it sounded like a loud fart.

The two of them had to raise their feet and walk forward.

Wangshu Tower has 100 feet, many people don't say whether they can climb that foot high, they can only see that there is such a building on the mountain from a distance.

Most people stop here.

Because there is a stone bridge here, called Suye, there is a talisman under the stone bridge, which is the town spirit.

......

The spring color is returned to the willow buds first, and the willow trees have not yet sprouted in early February, so naturally there is no spring color to be seen.

In the tenth year of Qing'an of the Dachang Dynasty, in a remote and silent small city in the south, it was rare to hear about some major events that had happened during this time.

For most of the city's residents, it's the best place to spend time after dinner.

And through the rhetoric in the mouth of the storyteller, it is definitely a long-lasting aftertaste.

But most of the audience were children.

In contrast, storytellers in big cities often lean back on the Taishi chair, with a fragrant wood desk in front of them, a cup of fragrant tea on the left hand, and an agarwood sound wood on the right hand, and the words spoken are also full of bookish fragrance.

In Sifang City, the old man who was over the age of sixteen and wore a shabby cotton jacket was sitting on a small stool that he brought with him, and Xiangmu was also left at home because he had no place to shoot, and the words in his mouth were even more rustic.

The three or five children in front of him were watching, all staring at them with big eyes and reluctant to blink.

In fact, listening to books has nothing to do with the eyes, but it can also show how fascinated those children are.

"And the moon god, turned into a streamer in the air, and guess what?" asked the storyteller, wiping the corner of his lips and spitting on the stars, his head leaning forward, and the corners of his mouth revealing a hint of mystery.

The children shook their heads and hurriedly urged them to follow.

The storyteller stretched out one hand forward, and the other took a jug of water that he had brought with him and poured two sips into his mouth.

The children squatted on the ground and muttered dissatisfiedly, "Why did you just say two words and ask for money?" ”

"I don't want to bully my old man at such a young age, I drank a lot of water for a long time, and I estimated that I had to bite two steamed buns for lunch, which one of them didn't cost money?" Mr. Storyteller put down the kettle, not annoyed in his heart, but just reasoned with those children.

A teenager resisted the idea that he couldn't eat the lunch he scolded, and took out a copper plate and watched it reluctantly for a long time.

It was the money he was going to buy sugar gourds, but when he thought that what the storyteller said had something to do with the building that a stinky boy was going to, he gritted his teeth and handed it over.

"Sensible. The old man said happily.

The children hurried to urge Mr. Storyteller to start again.

"Who is the luna god?" I saw his figure disappear with a wave of his big hand. Look up at the sky, the sun and the moon are the same sky, the moon god is worthy of being the moon god, and he can turn into the moon in the flesh and shine with the sun and the moon. ”

The children listened with great admiration and lamented that there were such strong people in this world.

Without waiting for the children to urge, the storyteller began to continue.

"If you want to talk about this Ancestral Dragon Emperor, he is definitely not a person with brains, and in the face of this person, he will definitely not be able to run. But my Dachang Dynasty also has a god, and that god is in the south. ”

The young man who took out a copper plate opened his mouth and asked, "Isn't our city the southernmost city in Dachang?

The storyteller nodded happily, "Of course there is, there is one further south..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the other children, who had not come to listen to him analyze the geographical situation.

The storyteller stroked his beard, and the topic came back and said: "Our god, we have to eat thirty buckets of rice, fifty catties of wine, two strong oxen, and give birth to a man who is tall and has three heads and six arms. ”

The other children were already trembling when they heard this, is this a god? Isn't this a monster?

But the young man who took out the sugar gourd had brighter eyes and couldn't wait for the following.

"To say that the most powerful is the steel spear in his hand, it is said that it is made of the five heavenly swords, which has the ability to move mountains and seas, do you know why the sword immortal in Chang'an City did not have a sword in his hand in the end?"

The children shook their heads.

"It's all melted into that spear by our god, how can there be a sword?" laughed the storyteller.

At that time, he noticed the changes in the field, and jumped into the sky, holding a steel gun to stir up the wind and clouds, the sun and the moon were chaotic, of course, the moon god was not an ordinary man, he rose high in the air and wanted to flee quickly. ”

"Did he escape?"

"How can it be? Our god sensed the other party's motive, and the steel gun in his hand came out of his hand, shattering it with one blow! ”

The children applauded.

"But why is the Ancestral Dragon Emperor still dead?" asked a child, puzzled.

The other children nodded their heads like rattles.

The storyteller was speechless, licked his lips, and hurriedly picked up the kettle to drink water again, raised one hand and wiped the sweat beads on his forehead.

Before he could think of a rhetoric, the child who took out the copper plate said with contempt: "You're afraid you're stupid, the emperor died by him, and the gods can't save it!"

Mr. Storyteller put down the kettle, slapped his thigh and said, "Yes!"

The other children left with a sense of dissolution.

The young man who took out the brass plate stopped the storyteller and asked what he wanted.

Although the willow budding will not be until March, it is only February.

But the picture outside a courtyard looks strange.

The willow tree is full of business, and the yard against it is also shining.

A young man stood in the courtyard and looked at the willow tree quietly, and the gentle willow eyes were full of gentleness.

Seeing the state of the willow tree, he also remembered a word he had written.

He spit out with a self-mutter: "Storage." ”

After watching for a long time, the young man returned to the house.

Stooping down to pick up the dusty bald pen from the corner of the wall, it dipped it in the black ink on the table.

Carrying the ink-stained pen, he walked straight to the western wall.

Finally, I wrote that stroke in the spring of the courtyard.

Put away the bald pen, stood there for a long time, and nodded with satisfaction.

Then he carried a bamboo basket and walked out of the yard and gently closed the courtyard door.

He waved his hand at the tall willow tree outside the courtyard and turned to leave.

(End of Volume 1)