The boy buried his grandfather under a plane tree in front of the wooden house, and there was no tombstone, only a small grave.

The summer months come very late and go early.

The young man in sackcloth knelt silently at the grave for a night, shedding tears for a night until dawn.

When the first rays of sunlight touched the boy's shoulder, the boy wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Mo Shiping leaned over and kowtowed, then looked at the grave, and said firmly, word by word: "Grandpa, I'm going down the mountain." ”

Mo Shiping stood up, went back to the wooden house and changed into a clean coarse linen coat, and changed into the boots that he was reluctant to wear when he usually walked on mountain roads. Then he cleaned up his belongings, just a few pieces of broken silver and a few changes of linen, but Mo Shiping still carefully wrapped them and carried them behind his back.

The moment he closed the wooden door, the corners of the boy's mouth twitched, because he remembered an interesting story.

The boy who was only seven or eight years old at the time quarreled with the old man here, and the only fight between them. At that time, Mo Shiping was waiting for the grandfather to come back with great expectations, but the grandfather forgot to bring him a sugar gourd, and Mo Shiping, who was still a little rebellious at the time, was naturally noisy.

Mo Shiping clearly remembered what he said when he was angry: "Sure enough, I just picked it up by you, don't think about me calling you grandpa in the future!"

At that time, the angry grandfather stomped his feet, picked up a stick and ran after the boy all over the mountain. But after he really caught up, the grandfather was reluctant to beat him, carried him with one hand, and went down the mountain to buy sugar gourds.

At that time, the young Mo Shiping happily licked the sugar gourd, and said with a smile: "The book says that a gentleman's words are difficult to chase, and a spit and a nail, so I won't break my promise because of a string of sugar gourds!"

The grandfather stretched out his right hand and was about to fight.

Mo Shiping hurriedly changed his words: "From then on, I will add a big character in front of my grandfather, calling you grandpa, the sky and the earth are big, and grandpa is the biggest!"

At first, I thought it was fun, but over time, the old and the young got used to the title of grandpa.

Mo Shiping carried his bags on his back, and finally bowed lightly to the tomb of his grandfather, and then stepped on the mountain road down the mountain.

It was just one night, and the boy shed all his tears and grew up.

At this time, at the foot of the mountain, an old Confucian wearing a crown and a clean green shirt was walking up the steps along the mountain road. After a few steps, the old Confucian had to lean over to rest for a while and take a breath. And behind him was an old man in a black robe, who was the national teacher Wei Li.

The old Confucian wiped the sweat from his forehead, glanced at Wei Li, who was expressionless on the side, and immediately became a little displeased, so he said: "I said, Xiao Wei, what are you doing when you always look like a bad old man? Look at it, you are also climbing a mountain, you look light, but your husband and I are tired and panting, let people see what it looks like? What's the matter, is it because you have a little cultivation, I just bully your husband and me, are you an ordinary man?"

When Wei Li heard this, he waved his hand and removed his previously transformed appearance, revealing his original appearance.

I saw Wei Liying's eyebrows and sword eyes, his face was like a crown of jade, and his head was not a hosta, worthy of the saying "Mo Shangren is like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world", but he is just a middle-aged appearance, and there is a huge difference between him and the old man who was in high spirits before.

Wei Li clasped his hands into fists, bowed down and apologized: "Mr. has misunderstood, and the student naturally does not dare to be disrespectful to Mr. ”

The old Confucian snorted, waved his hand, and said, "Why are you still serious, does the old man look like such a small-bellied person?" ”

Wei Li was not too surprised by this remark, he had been reading books with the old Confucian for decades in his early years, so he naturally knew his husband's temper.

While the two were talking, a somewhat swarthy young man was slowly descending the mountain road with his bag on his back.

Mo Shiping recognized the old Confucian student, who had met it when he was buying monkey brew at the Lao Wang Tavern before, so he took the initiative to stand on the side of the mountain road, let go of the narrow mountain road, and waited for the old Confucian to go first.

Seeing this, the old Confucian nodded at Mo Shiping, and said happily: "Thank you young man, the young man has not read much at first glance." ”

Mo Shiping scratched his head embarrassedly and replied: "The old gentleman is too famous, and the younger generation has only read a few books roughly." ”

The old Confucian glanced at Wei Li beside him, and said to him: "Look at others, learn more from others, and you won't always stand still." ”

Wei Li had to smile bitterly and said, "What Mr. said is true. ”

Mo Shiping glanced at Wei Li, who had an extraordinary atmosphere, and only felt a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere, of course, he couldn't have imagined that this was the old man in black he had met before, the national teacher Wei Li.

Mo Shiping shook his head, only thinking that he was thinking too much.

The old Confucian and the middle-aged man beside him looked like outsiders, and Mo Shiping was worried that they were unfamiliar with the way of life and encountered wild beasts in this big turtle mountain, so he opened his mouth to remind: "Old gentleman, don't cross the mountainside, there will be wild beasts above this mountainside." ”

The old Confucian nodded and said with a smile: "Thank you young man for reminding me, I came to visit an old friend I haven't seen for many years, and I heard all the way that he happened to live in this halfway up the mountain, so I think it should be fine." ”

When Mo Shiping heard this, his body paused, and his eyes were a little red. He raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, and said softly: "Old gentleman, please go back, grandpa just passed away, and the old gentleman is afraid that he will have to go up the mountain in vain." ”

"That's right. The old Confucian was a little embarrassed, stepped forward and patted the young man's shoulder gently, and then said: "Since you are here, you still have to meet in the end, we are all at this age, and your grandfather and I don't care who takes the first step." ”

Mo Shiping saw that the old Confucian had made up his mind, so he took the initiative to say: "Then let the juniors take the old gentleman there." ”

The old Confucian shook his head, pointed to Wei Li on the side, and said, "The heavy dialogue between some elders is not suitable for falling on the shoulders of young men. The young man should go down the mountain energetically and go to the world for a good trip. As for the old gentleman, I still have this student with me, it doesn't matter. ”

Since this is the case, Mo Shiping no longer insisted, waved goodbye to the old Confucian student, and went down the mountain, there were still some things to do before leaving, and there were still people to see.

For the first time, the boy went down the mountain with a shriveled bag on his back, not a basket full of ingredients. But the young man was a little envious, carrying a heavy basket on his back.

In an inn at the foot of the mountain, Li Facai sat on the threshold and looked around for the first time. His expression was a little worried, because yesterday, he had waited until midnight, and the somewhat shy swarthy boy was absent for the first time in a year.

Just as Li Facai was in a daze, a figure wearing a brand-new linen shirt and long boots entered his field of vision.

Li Facai stood up, stepped forward quickly, and punched the young man in the chest.

"Yesterday was lazy, wasn't it? Hey, didn't you carry a basket today? Yo, and I'm wearing new shoes. ”

Mo Shiping stood in place, looked at the only friend in front of him, and said softly, "I'm leaving Big Turtle Town." ”

Li Facai scratched his head: "What's the matter?

Mo Shiping shook his head and smiled, but replied word by word: "I want to cultivate immortals, I want to be a chivalrous man." ”

Li Facai's eyes widened in disbelief, but he also knew that Mo Shiping never liked to joke.

"Really?"

Mo Shiping nodded, pointed to the shriveled bag he was carrying behind his back, and then said, "I came to say goodbye to you." ”

Li Facai has been a shopkeeper for many years, and his kung fu is perfect, and he can see that Mo Shiping has encountered some things, some not small things.

Li Facai reached out and patted the young man's shoulder without asking anything. He knows very well that this young man is sometimes very shy and easy to talk to, and even if he suffers a loss, he will comfort himself with a loss, but sometimes he believes in a thing, and he will stubbornly drill the horns, such as now, no matter what he says, the young man will listen, but it can't change his decision.

Li Facai suddenly remembered something, pulled Mo Shiping into the inn, pressed him on the bench, and said, "Hey, wait for me for a while." With that, he turned and went into the back kitchen.

After a while, Li Facai came out with a bowl of steaming Yangchun noodles in his hand, and said as he walked:

"Mo Shiping, yesterday was your birthday, right? As usual, don't you and your old man like to come to me to order two side dishes to make a bowl of noodles, I ate the side dishes I prepared yesterday. There are only noodles today, and you can eat them alive. ”

Mo Shiping took the bowl of steaming Yangchun noodles and picked up the chopsticks, but he didn't put the chopsticks off for a long time.

Li Facai on the side was a little hesitant, but he still patted the young man's shoulder and said, "Do you have to go?"

Mo Shiping nodded: "You have to go." ”

Li Facai suddenly shouted: "Do you know where there is a place to cultivate immortals? Even if you find it, how do you know that the immortals will accept you as an apprentice? Mo Shiping, you sober me up, you are just a market boy who sells vegetables, what do you take to cultivate immortals? You can't go!"

Mo Shiping still looked at the bowl of Yangchun noodles, his expression was calm, and he replied softly: "I'm going." ”

Li Facai pressed Mo Shiping's shoulder hard, and said angrily: "You can't go!"

Mo Shiping was silent for a while, turned his head and smiled at Li Facai, and still replied softly: "I'm going." ”

This time, Li Facai did not say anything. Because he had never seen Mo Shiping who smiled so sadly.

With a "clang", Li Facai took out a money bag from his arms, threw it on the table, rubbed the young man's head, and said, "Take it." ”

Mo Shiping paused for a moment and shook his head, this money is different from last time, he can't take it.

Mo Shiping knew that Li Facai had been trying to save money, and he wanted to take down this inn, and then marry a beautiful daughter-in-law and give birth to two big fat boys.

And listening to this sound, the money bag should be all Li Facai's belongings so far.

Li Facai stretched out his hand and stuffed the money bag into Mo Shiping's arms, patted it gently, and said with a smile: "Who is with whom of our brothers, besides, how can you ask other immortals to teach you if you don't have some money?"

Without waiting for Mo Shiping to speak, Li Facai added: "I'll borrow you, so, stinky boy, you must come back safely next time." ”

Li Facai's hand on the young man's shoulder trembled a little, he was the only friend of the young man, why wasn't the young man his only friend?

Li Facai, who had always been very arrogant and didn't believe in ghosts and gods, didn't dare to say a word today, he suddenly believed in such an ethereal thing as bad luck.

"You can make it again when the money is gone, but I'm just your brother, and if it's gone, it's really gone. ”

Halfway up the mountainside, the old Confucian and the national teacher Wei Li, who showed his true face, stood under a plane tree, and there was a small grave next to it, the grave was quite desolate, and there was not even a tombstone.

The old Confucian Nan Nan said: "Old puppet, is it dead after all? ”

Wei Liyi behind him raised his eyebrows, he could already guess the matter, as for Mr. pretending here, he could only understand it as some innocuous bad taste of Mr.

Sure enough, a voice of vicissitudes came from behind the two: "Hmph! I can still live well if you die and die." ”

Wei Li turned his head to see an old man with gray hair and a coarse cloth coat standing behind them.

So, Wei Li immediately turned around and hugged his fists and said, "I've seen the old-timers." ”

The old man is the grandfather in Mo Shiping's mouth.

Wei Li sighed in his heart, before the old man showed him the Three Realms, he really thought that the old man was a martial artist of the Three Realms, but as the context gradually became clear, he could naturally guess that this old man couldn't even see the depth himself, and most of the time he was an old monster who had stepped at the end of the Immortal Cultivation and asked the Three Realms of Immortals.

The old Confucian chuckled, without the slightest surprise, nor the slightest outlook, stepped forward and hooked the old man's shoulder with one hand, and said: "Mo Shiping, this kid has a good education, he is worthy of being a dignified Thunder Emperor, he is good at fighting, he is also good at teaching people, and he is all powerful." ”

The eldest grandfather snorted coldly and slapped away the old Confucian student's hand: "Go and go, isn't it all according to your original layout?" Then, the grandfather looked at the foot of the mountain, and seemed to see a young man with a shriveled bag on his back, so he smiled and said: "However, Shiping, this child, just because he called me thirteen years grandfather, I will let him embark on the road of cultivation." After all, there is still me, no matter how good or bad his qualifications are, his future achievements will not be too low. ”

The old Confucian nodded, agreed with this statement, and then added: "He passed my test, but he didn't disappoint me, and his plan was not in vain." How high he can go in the future, and how much he can win my bet, the old man is a little excited. But now, it's still far from it. ”

In fact, the final test is that Mo Shiping said that killing or not killing is wrong, and only saving is right. The key is whether he can judge right and wrong without judging from a secular perspective, and he has measured it with a ruler in his heart, which is also what Wei Li said before, everything must be reasonable. He is not talking about worldly principles, but about the principles of one's own conscience.

Wei Li, who was standing respectfully beside the two old men, was even more shocked in his heart at this time, because he heard the old Confucian call the old man, Thunder Emperor.

Wei Li was a little incredulous, he initially thought that the old man was one of the old monsters who had not been born for many years, but he never guessed that the old man was actually the Thunder Emperor. From a hundred years ago to the present, there is only one person in the fairyland who has been crowned as an emperor, that is, in the great war of the human race and the demon race a hundred years ago, which was almost a gamble on the fortune of the race, as the winner and loser of the human race, he came out to turn the tide and save the sky with his own strength. Without him, perhaps the human race would have become the demon race now trapped in the north.

The first person in the world who deserves his name.

Just when Wei Li was secretly shocked, another short old man appeared from the mist on the mountain and walked towards them.

I saw that although the old man was short, he walked like a tiger, and he had the air of a king.

Wei Li glanced at it, but he couldn't see the depth of the short old man's cultivation, and there was a wave in his heart: Another old monster who asked about the fairyland?

Wei Li was just about to bow down and hug his fists in greeting, but he didn't expect the short old man to come to him in a flash, jumped up without hesitation, and slapped Wei Li's brain.

"Just what you kid said before that the big turtle is shallow and the king is more, right? Who is the king, come, tell me clearly!"

Wei Li's eyes darkened, and he fell to the ground and lost consciousness, and the last thought in his mind was probably that he regretted not slapping Cao Dong to death in Qingluo Town, otherwise he might not have come to this big turtle mountain.