Thirty miles south of Luoyu City, there is a small village of less than 100 households, the village is called Yanjia Village, there is a dilapidated courtyard surrounded by adobe in the village, if you don't know the details, you won't think that there are still people living here.

The courtyard door was pushed open, and the dilapidated doorway shaft creaked sharply, waking up the old man who was dozing in the courtyard village.

"Mr. Yan, the villain is ashamed of failing to protect his people. Zhang Sanhu bowed to the old man humbly, and Yan Jingchen, who had lost his soul, stood beside him.

The old man in the courtyard suddenly opened his cloudy eyes, and when he saw Yan Tiesheng, who was covered in injuries and lifelessness, he immediately roared angrily, "Who did it!"

In the late autumn season, there is a spooh and murderous atmosphere between heaven and earth, setting off this old man who is over the age of old as a mountain.

Yan Jingchen rubbed his crying swollen eyes, mechanically moved to the old man step by step, kowtowed three times in a row, and said in a firm tone, "Please Grandpa Yan take me as an apprentice." ”

The old man looked at Zhang Sanhu at the door with complicated eyes, sighed, and reached out to help Yan Jingchen on the ground, "I can't be your master." The deceased is the big one in front of you, Sanhu, you will follow me to place the body, set up a mourning hall, and clean the dust, you go to notify the people in the village to come and help. ”

Zhang Sanhu turned sideways to make way for the old man, and followed the old man out of the courtyard gate, Yan Jingchen was depressed in his heart, he just wanted to seek the Tao with all his heart now, and slash the enemy. The reason why everyone refuses to be their own master is that their qualifications are too poor to be a monk at all.

The old man took Zhang Sanhu to Yan Tiesheng's house, moved a wooden bed and placed it in the Ming Hall of the main house, and put his body on it.

Although Zhang Sanhu was a city guard, he didn't dare to make a mistake in front of the old man, so he told him how the Baili family colluded with the Assassin Mansion to embezzle and resell military rations, and then was discovered by Yan Tiesheng, during which he omitted some episodes that he didn't dare to say, such as Yan Jingchen almost died.

"The Baili family's power in the Yunzhou Empire is intertwined, and Luoyu City is only a side branch of them, but now they are colluding with the army, and the things they are trying to do may be related to foreign affairs. The old man thought for a moment and said what he thought.

Zhang Sanhu breathed a sigh of relief, "Although I didn't get the account book today, I can see that their conspiracy has been planned for a long time, and I think we should take action as soon as possible." ”

"Baili Mo is an outcast after all, and someone uses him to test your bottom line. It's better to let the tiger return to the mountain, sell them a favor, and he will wipe them all out in the future. The old man couldn't help but exude a chilling aura, and said softly, "It's not bad to be an opponent for Jingchen." ”

Not long after, Yan Jingchen came back from outside, and a group of villagers behind him also came, and the crying shook the sky for a while. Zhang Sanhu found an opportunity that no one paid attention to and quietly left, the old man stood in front of the hall with a solemn face, handed incense sticks to the villagers who came to mourn, and Yan Jingchen knelt in front of the spirit, kowtowing to every incense sticker.

It was getting late, and the people who came to help with the funeral in the village had already gone home, leaving only the old man and Yan Jingchen still silent in the mourning hall.

"Don't kneel, tell me what Zhang Sanhu told you?" The old man sat on the threshold leaning against the door frame, but Yan Jingchen still knelt stubbornly in the hall.

"Village Chief, are you really an immortal?" When he was in the barracks, he wanted to worship Zhang Sanhu as a teacher but was refused, and Zhang Sanhu also told him that the village chief of their village was the real immortal.

"Doesn't it look like it. The old man said teasing to himself.

Yan Jingchen hurriedly shook his head and denied it, and didn't know how to say it. After thinking for a while, he took the strangely shaped pendant from his neck and put it in front of the village chief, "I want to know the origin of this pendant." ”

"There is a fierce beast in the far north of the ancient Vatican Empire, its name is yak, the shape is like an elephant, it has three eyes, its voice is like a ballad, and its bones can be worth a thousand catties. The pendant is made of its bones. ”

"The Ancient Fan Empire is thousands of miles away from Luoyu City, why did it appear on me?" Yan Jingchen looked at the village chief with a determined look.

The village chief pondered for a moment and did not answer his question, but asked rhetorically, "What should you do if Zhang Sanhu didn't make a move today?"

"I am fighting with my life, Baili Mo deceives people too much, how can I not repay the revenge of killing my father!"

"Then do you think you can kill Bailimo?"

Yan Jingchen lowered his head and was silent, the situation in the military camp today is still vivid, that Baili Mo is a monk who can use immortal arts, how can he be able to defeat him.

The village chief stood up and said meaningfully, "Talent and perseverance are indispensable for cultivating immortals. Do you want to solve today's matter yourself, or will I let me solve it for you?"

Yan Jingchen's eyes became hot after hearing this, "I want to solve it myself, this revenge will not be avenged as a son of man!"

"Okay, since you have decided to take the path of cultivating immortals, then I will first make an appointment with you in three chapters. ”

"Which three chapters are they, please let Master make it clear. "Yan Jingchen is so smart, how can he not hear what the village chief means, and he immediately has to kneel down.

"Don't call me Master. Sit back and listen to me. The village chief shook his wrist, and Yan Jingchen couldn't go down for half a minute, so he had to obediently obey the village chief's orders and sit back.

"First, Yanjia Village was built by me to help mortals, and you can't live here forever in the future. Second, it is forbidden to bully and mutilate mortals for no reason, and if you violate it, I will personally punish you. Third, if you encounter a demon monk in the future, you must not kill them!"

"The disciples follow the Master's teachings. Yan Jingchen replied resolutely.

"It's better to call me the village chief, I can't afford the title of master. ”

Yan Jingchen just wanted to ask, but was interrupted by the village chief's sudden words, "I didn't expect that it would be so late, and there would be distinguished guests." ”

Yan Jingchen was confused when he heard it, he didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd of the village chief, and where did the distinguished guests come from so late, so he hurriedly gathered at the door of the outer mourning hall to look outside.

"Whoosh!" a dark shadow flashed and landed on the roof of a house in the village.

Yan Jingchen's nerves were tense, and he grabbed the corner of the village chief's clothes, "Master, there must be someone who wants to kill people." ”

The village chief walked out of the courtyard, unhurriedly picked up a walnut-sized stone from the ground, weighed it in his hand, turned back to Yan Jingchen and said, "It's just a nightingale, the main lord will not appear at night." ”

As he spoke, the ordinary stone was thrown by him, drawing a trail of light like a meteor in the clean autumn night. Before the dark shadow on the roof could react, the stone had already struck him.

"Bang!"

A brilliant spark bloomed in the silent night sky, followed by a series of sparks of bricks and tiles.

"It's a pity, the birds flew away. The village chief tidied up the corners of his clothes that were blown by the wind, and he looked like a master who was breezy and light.

The huge movement caused everyone in the village to go out to check, and after a while, they all gathered in the courtyard of Yan Tiesheng's house.

An elderly man in the village walked out of the crowd, "Tie Sheng has gone wronged, the resentment is too heavy, this vision from heaven will bring disaster." Tomorrow, we must invite the Taoist masters in the city to come and exorcise evil spirits. ”

When everyone heard this, they were frightened, and the discussion began to rise.

"It's not the evil that is doing it, it's the immortals passing by. The village chief spoke at this moment to stabilize the uneasy mood of the villagers.

When everyone saw that the village chief had spoken, they all quieted down. Waiting for the village chief to give a reasonable explanation.

"Just now, the immortals passed by, and when they saw Yan Jingchen's roots and bones, they wanted to accept him as a disciple. I argued with him, but the immortals were dissatisfied, and the immortals casually used a trick of immortal arts, and I was limited to send Yan Jingchen to his cave in seven days. ”

After listening to the words of the village chief, the villagers all looked at Yan Jingchen with a kind of envy, and he could be favored by the immortals and accepted as a disciple, which was a blessing that others could not ask for in several lifetimes. In this way, it seems that it really responds to the sentence that blessing is relied on and misfortune is relied upon, and blessing is lurking.

According to the customs of the Yunzhou Empire, people need to mourn for seven days after death, and people believe that only seven days after death, the deceased person knows that he is dead, and after this day, he can be buried in the ground.

Seven days later, Yan Tiesheng was buried in the village, and the villagers gathered together to open a flowing water mat, and the food brought by each family from their own homes was piled up in the courtyard of Yan Tiesheng's house, but no one saw Yan Jingchen's figure.

After Yan Tiesheng retired from the military workshop, this iron-making craft has never been abandoned, he opened a blacksmith shop outside the village, and used his spare time to help the villagers repair and make some farm tools in the field.

Yan Jingchen walked into this small blacksmith shop, gently rubbing the familiar tools, there was a forging furnace at the door of the blacksmith shop, and a bellows was placed in front of the furnace.

Yan Jingchen closed his eyes, imagining that his father was beside him, and there seemed to be another clanging sound of iron in his ears, he shook his wrist, as usual, began to pull the bellows, and the air filled the leather of the bellows with air through the air intake, and then pulled it again and pressed out the air inside, entering the smelting furnace, and so on.

"Brother Jingchen, I knew you were here. A well-behaved and lovely girl came from outside the shop.

"Cher, are you looking for me for something?"

Yan Xue'er twisted her body, not knowing what to say, and thought for a while before saying, "Brother Jingchen, can you not go to cultivating immortals, listen to my mother, Taoist priests can't get married." ”

"Your mother lied to you, why don't you wait for me to come back from cultivating immortals, and marry you. Yan Jingchen looked at Yan Xue'er in front of him affectionately.

There was silence between heaven and earth, and a wonderful atmosphere slowly fermented, and the girl panicked, "Who said that I was going to marry you, what does it matter to me whether you get married or not." ”

Yan Jingchen smiled and took the girl's hand, and slowly approached her, the girl blushed when she saw him coming over, but closed her eyes without resistance. Just as they were about to make contact, a woman's cry broke the originally beautiful picture.

Hearing this voice, Yan Xue'er was suddenly frightened, and quickly turned her head to stop looking at Yan Jingchen's gaze, "It's my mother who came to look for me, Brother Jingchen, I'll leave first." With that, he trotted out of the blacksmith's shop.

As the sun sets, the flowing water mats in the village have not yet dispersed, and on the fields outside the village, two figures, an old man and a young figure, are walking towards the sunset until they disappear into the vast green field.