Two months later, autumn was crisp.

At dusk.

In the small village at the foot of the mountain, a few wisps of cooking smoke floated slowly, three or two young children were running and playing in the village, there were farmers cutting rice in the fields by the roadside, and the big yellow dog was lazily lying outside the house, sniffing the aroma of rice in the house behind him in the setting sun.

The sound of horses' hooves came from afar, shattering the tranquility of the village. The big yellow dog rose in fright, arched and looked warily at the smoke and dust in the distance.

Two horses, one black and one white, galloped forward, and when they reached the entrance of the village, they all slowed down their horses' hooves and looked up at the mountains not far away.

The sunset is reflected in the mountains, the clouds and mist in the mountains are faint, and they are reflected in crimson, and there are craggy rocks towering in the sky, and it seems to fly to a fairyland in the red glow.

At the foot of the mountain, a shepherd boy rode a cow, and the shepherd flute was leisurely, which made the picture of this countryside more peaceful.

"It's exactly what they said, this place really looks a little fairy. "Bai Ma was a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy, with red lips and white teeth, and his long black hair was very tightly tied with a silver ribbon in a samurai bun, and the end was draped like black satin, looking unbridled and chic. The bright eyes looked at the mountains, and there was a sense of anticipation in their eyes.

The black horse was a young man in a brocade robe, looking four or five years older than him, and the faces of the two were somewhat similar, which was easily reminiscent of a pair of brothers. The difference is only that the young man's facial features are more distinct, and he looks much more cold and serious.

Both horses were hung with long oilcloth bags, and the cold tips of the spears appeared from the mouth of the bags, and the cold light was slightly exposed.

After listening to the young man's words, the young man did not respond, but quietly looked at the shepherd boy in the distance, and remained silent for a long time.

"What's wrong?" the boy asked, turning his head.

"Nothing. The young man came back to his senses and smiled, "I just feel that the tune is unheard of, fresh and distant, and refreshing." ”

The young man agreed, if this environment was only five or six points of immortality, with this leisurely flute, it would be seven or eight points in vain.

He didn't think much about it, and said with a smile: "How many good songs there are in the world, it's not for us to know." Brother, didn't he suddenly start to like the sound of Sizhu?"

The young man smiled, shook his head, and the two slowly rode into the village.

On the side of the road is a rice field, where the farmer is sweating and cutting the rice, and the young man passes by slowly, but his eyes are firmly fixed on the rice field, and his expression is becoming more and more serious.

The young man looked left and right for a while, some of the rice in the rice field had been cut, and some were still growing, which at first glance looked messy and unsightly. Seeing his brother's serious appearance, he couldn't help but wonder: "What are you looking at...... again?"

"Look farther away. ”

The young man looked carefully, his vision was far away, and he looked forward to the rice field, and he seemed to feel that the part of the rice field that had been cut short formed the shape of a Taiji Yin Yang fish, although it was not too standard, but the shape was really Taiji!

Is it a delusion?

The young man pressed the surprise in his heart, and Le Ma arched his hand and said, "This old man ......"

The farmer raised his head, and then he saw the obvious nobility of the two of them, and their faces turned into chrysanthemums: "Are you going to go into the mountains to look for immortals?" It's getting late, how about staying at my house for one night? It's very cheap......"

The image of the "......" master was shattered in an instant, the young man's eyes moved, and he still introduced himself very politely: "Under Li Qinglin, this is my brother Qingjun...... Dare to ask the old man, this rice is cut in such a shape...... But what's the doorway?"

"Doorway?" the farmer scratched his head in confusion, and the mud was scratching his hair, "This is the abbreviated number six and nine taught by Xiao Qin, what is the formula he said when they are combined......?"

The two brothers looked at each other and sighed a little amusedly. Although this number writing of six or nine is unheard of, it is much more acceptable than a country farmer creating a Tai Chi Yin and Yang fish in the field.

The farmer said: "My stay is the most comfortable, hot kang and hot milk, as long as the three ......."

"No need. The two laughed and walked away.

"......Eh, eh, eh," the farmer shouted behind him, "don't go into the mountains so late, there are poisonous miasma in the mountains recently, and there are strange tigers, which are very dangerous!"

The young man Li Qingjun patted the pouch, turned his head and smiled: "Only when you know the difficulties can you show your sincerity." Why don't we help you get rid of the tigers?"

The farmer looked at their guns, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Be careful." ”

Approaching the end of the village, we have reached the foot of the mountain, and the meaning of the clouds and mist is even thicker, and several courtyards at the end of the village are no longer clear to see. A woodcutter came leisurely carrying the burden, as if shuttling through the clouds, and sang songs at will:

"Everyone in the world knows that immortals are good, but they can't forget their fame. Where will the past and the present meet? A pile of grass is gone.

Everyone in the world knows that the gods are good, only gold and silver can't forget. In the end, I only hated to gather much, and when I got to it, my eyes were closed......"

The brothers watched and listened in amazement, and the horse's hooves slowed down more and more, and finally stopped completely.

When you come to this place, you feel that it is different from other places everywhere, and even the music sung by a woodcutter is of this level, no wonder people say that there are immortals in this mountain, and there is indeed some truth.

"Dare to ask my father-in-law......" Li Qinglin stopped the woodcutter, "Who wrote this song?"

The woodcutter smiled: "The song sung by the kid of the Qin family is a bit interesting, right?"

This is Xianji Mountain, and there has been an endless stream of immortal seekers throughout the ages, and it is even more meaningful to hear such a song in this kind of place.

"Dare to ask where this Mr. Qin lives?"

The woodcutter casually pointed to the depths of the clouds: "The last courtyard at the end of the village is the one where you can dry medicine, and you will recognize it in the past." ”

The courtyard is indeed very recognizable, and the small courtyard is densely packed with supports, several layers of dustpans on the shelves, and all kinds of herbs. The fragrance of the herbs lingers lightly, and it is very comfortable.

A young man sat in the middle of the courtyard, carrying a stick to pound medicine into the stone mortar, his attitude was leisurely, and he was unaware of the approaching guests.

The two watched on the horse for a while, and the mood of meeting the master in person dispersed. Because this young man is too young, no matter how you look at it, he is sixteen or seventeen, no one is older than Li Qingjun, and there is really no way to connect with any high-ranking hermit. What's more, with the martial arts vision of the two of them, this young man is just a martial arts cultivator, and his cultivation is not as good as himself.

But the teenager is also funny. He was coarsely dressed and slightly thin, and his appearance was very delicate and quiet, not like a rural villager, but like a scholar. When pounding the medicine, leisurely, humming an incomprehensible tune, the sound of "striking" pounding medicine floats in this silent dusk, with a relaxing rhythm and rhythm, and the feeling of leisure and tranquility in the countryside arises spontaneously.

Looking at this appearance, most of his songs and numbers are from reading some miscellaneous books, or some family studies? If you learn from home, the farmer and woodcutter only say "Xiao Qin" and "Qin family boy", I am afraid that the elders are no longer there.

Interestingly, his "medicine pestle" is a mace, which looks thicker than his thighs, and the hideous wolf teeth gleaming in the setting sun, forming an outrageous contrast to his delicate appearance.

This is his weapon for martial arts?

"Hey!" Li Qingjun looked at it for a long time and couldn't help laughing: "Can the mace pound the medicine, isn't the front end a sharp tooth?"

The young man stopped, turned his head to look at them, focused on the guns of the two of them, and replied: "It is inconvenient to enter the mountains at night, so you two should be careful." There is a strange tiger on the top of the mountain, don't approach, if you accidentally provoke it, run immediately, it won't chase. ”

Li Qinglin asked, "Little brother's surname is Qin?"

The young man replied casually: "Qin Yi." ”

Li Qinglin introduced himself again and continued: "My brother went into the mountains to look for immortals and listened to the woodcutter singing, which is very meaningful, and it is said that it was composed by Brother Qin?"

"Oh, listening to Daoist You Fang sing in the early years has nothing to do with me. ”

"......" Li Qingjun had long felt that this young man who was about the same age as himself could not be a master, and when he heard the words, he said "excuse me" and wanted to go up the mountain.

Li Qinglin suddenly said: "Look at Brother Qin's appearance, but he is a pharmacist, but there are all kinds of antidotes, let's buy a few." ”

Li Qingjun looked at his brother strangely, they were very well prepared, what kind of medicine did they buy temporarily?

"There are no all kinds of pills. Qin Yi casually threw a cloth bag, "There are two pills in it, ten taels of silver." ”

Li Qingjun took the cloth bag, looked at the two jujube-like pills inside, and sneered: "How can there be a pill that can cure all poisons, what kind of pill are you?"

His voice was crisp, and when he sneered and smiled, the awe-inspiring heroic spirit of the horizontal gun was diluted a lot, and he had a sense of coquettishness.

Qin Yi stared at him for a while, and suddenly grinned: "This is called eating jujube pills." ”