Wake up the thin cooking smoke and arouse the clothes pounder.

The village is scattered in a hidden valley surrounded by green hills, and the daily morning sun pours down through the ridges, squeezing out large areas of territory in the misty mist of the mountain forest.

The orange warm sun fell on the little lady who gathered in the neighborhood to pound clothes by the river, and dragged out a few graceful black shadows on the ground.

The group of young ladies laughed on the country paths, leaving strings of silver bell-like laughter between the eaves of the houses.

When the warm sun swept across the roof of the Han house, and the blue gray tiles were gradually smeared with a layer of warm yellow, Han Dong on the roof gently opened his eyes.

He sat up with the tiles on his feet, his eyes flickering over the warm sun that had not yet climbed the mountain. His hands folded in front of the dantian, his eyes were closed, his shoulders sank slightly, and his mind slowly calmed down with the rhythm of his body.

The faint sense of loss that had been withering all night in my heart suddenly dissipated.

This is a daily morning meditation lesson that he has been doing since he was three years old.

The difference is that years ago, he mostly sat quietly in the deep courtyard of a single house, but after the year, he changed to this roof beam.

According to the rules set by Master Han for him, meditation is divided into three time periods: morning reflection, lunch rest and night rest.

In addition to this, he also had daily recitation, ancient character recognition, and question-and-answer exercises.

Only in the first month did he cry a few times. Under his father's stern and indifferent eyes, and after being punished for starving for a day and a night, he stopped crying and resisting when he had already had a sense of discrimination earlier than his peers.

As he grew older, he could see the pity and unbearability in his mother's eyes, but he always sobbed with his hands. I can also see that there is a vague sense of distance in my father's eyes, and even occasionally I can realize some of my father's hidden meanings in that kind of eyes.

In the years since, he has come to realize that he is different.

He is still a little ignorant of what is different, but he can figure out where the different places are.

The jealousy, longing and faint fear that is cramped but not skillfully hidden when facing him in the face of the housekeeper and the courtyard master;

Regardless of the cold in winter and hot in summer, he never had any sickness, not even the most common cough and body heat;

He has never been allowed to step out of the Han family's house, as if he was in a cage, day after day.

It is also that he can now understand a little bit of his father's eyes that he will look like a treasure.

Treasure is a treasure in the literal sense of the word. It can be cherished and valued, or it can be exchanged and traded.

Therefore, he has been waiting day and night for three years, waiting for a heavenly visitor.

Wait for the immortal monk who only subtly revealed it in the mouth of his mother.

Half an hour later, under the eaves, a neatly dressed and shrewd grandmother came over and shouted, "Young Master Dong, the time has come." ”

Han Dong slowly opened his eyes and responded, "Got it, Grandma Liu." With that, he jumped down from the eaves of the eaves at a height of a few feet. When he falls to the ground, he squats lightly and unloads the force, such as a gentle step, and the young man's posture is extremely chic.

And Grandma Liu, who was standing on the ground waiting beside her, turned a blind eye, and even her expression was not abnormal. After Han Dong landed on the ground and greeted Grandma Liu, he walked towards the courtyard room.

The small courtyard where he lives now is the backyard of the Han house, which is a quiet and quiet place in the Han house. Mr. Han's mother was recuperated in this hospital before her death.

Back in his room, where he usually rested, he took out a verdant vial from his bosom, and a round elixir the size of a fingernail was everywhere in it.

The pill was light brown in color, and several green qi were circulating extremely slowly on the surface, and if you didn't look closely, you wouldn't be able to find that those green qi were wriggling at an extremely slow speed.

Since he was three years old, Han Dong has been soaking himself in the mountain spring that he has extradited from his backyard every day, so he is naturally very familiar with this pill.

According to his father, this thing was given by a master on his first birthday, from the so-called Aoki sect, and it should be the person he has always been obsessed with.

Over the years, my father has also sent people to the provincial capital to inquire about what kind of sect and sect this Aoki Sect is. He even deliberately found some rivers and lakes to investigate, but no one in the rivers and lakes had heard of this sect.

Although my father had hesitated and doubted, he finally chose to remain silent and wait.

Although he was young, he was wise and thoughtful. When you meditate, you are always bored, so you will naturally think more. There are strange and ingenious ideas, and there are also fugues and clues, and naturally there are some hazy worst predictions.

He already had a vague sense of it, especially as his father's appointment drew closer, and the complexity in his eyes became more and more obvious.

Although he couldn't read it, he had a premonition in his heart.

Han Dong poured the pill in his hand into the mountain spring water that Grandma Liu called in advance, and the clear spring water in the white porcelain bowl shook the dripping ripples when the pill entered the water, and the circle pattern pushed to the edge of the bowl.

In a short time, the mountain spring has turned pale blue.

Han Dong pinched up a pair of delicate bamboo chopsticks placed next to the bowl, picked up the pill in the bowl, and raised it to his eyes to take a closer look, the green qi on the pill was missing an almost indistinguishable wisp.

This pill was originally a weather with green qi lingering all over the body, but now there are only a few wisps of green qi left after being soaked in meltwater many times.

This was also the last pill left in the bottle that still had green energy, and his heart was more and more full of anxiety about the unpredictable moment that was getting closer and closer.

After stuffing the pill back into the green jade bottle and drinking the mountain spring water, a refreshing coolness rose from the abdomen.

He sat down on the bed with familiarity, calmed down, felt the coolness in his body, and slowly entered a state of contemplative meditation.

......

Outside the door of the Han house, a young monk in a Ming Huang Dao robe walked from the entrance of the village with the guidance of Yu Jue in his hand. After closing his eyes and feeling a little to confirm that it was correct, he reached out and pulled up the bronze knocker.

After a while, the door opened, and an old man in a long shirt with gray hair walked out on crutches, which was the old housekeeper of the Han family.

The steward saw a young Taoist priest standing at the door, about in his early twenties, with a calm and faint appearance. After being slightly stunned, he seemed to have thought of something, and immediately cautiously inquired: "Where did Your Excellency settle down, and why did you come to my Han family?"

The green-robed Taoist priest was silent on his face, and said indifferently: "I am a member of the Aoki Sect, and I am here to renew the appointment of the master and bring an immortal material into the mountain to practice." ”

Steward Yu was surprised and overjoyed when he heard this, and hurriedly welcomed the young Taoist priest into the door: "Immortal Master, please come in, my master has been waiting for the Immortal Master for a long time!"

The young Taoist priest followed the old man through the courtyard to the main hall.

Steward Yu ushered the young Taoist priest to the throne. After pouring the tea, he apologized and told the immortal master to wait, and immediately turned to the main residence behind the screen wall to invite Master Han.

After a while, Master Han wore a set of silk robes and turned around the screen wall to the hall, walked quickly to the front, bowed deeply, and said respectfully: "Han welcomes the immortal master to the cold house." ”

After the young Taoist priest bowed his head, Master Han turned to sit on the opposite side, and then asked tentatively, "I don't know how to call the Immortal Master Dao name, where to practice?"

The young Taoist priest pondered for a moment, his thoughts turned slightly, and he replied: "I am a member of the Aoki Sect, specializing in guiding secular disciples into the mountains to practice, walking in the mortal world without saying common names. Han Weng called me a Taoist priest. ”

"I see, I also ask Immortal Master He to forgive the old man for being ignorant and offended," Master Han said slightly apologetically, and then his voice changed, and he inquired carefully: "Since Immortal Master He is here to receive guidance, there should be something to guide him, I don't know if it is possible..."

Hearing this, the Taoist priest surnamed He took out the jade jue in his sleeve, put it on the table, and motioned for Master Han to check it himself.

Old Man Han cautiously stretched out his palm and moved the oval jade jue closer.

The jade tentacles are warm, the color is green and condensed, and the shape and size are the same as those tied to Han Dong's neck.

At this point, Master Han no longer had any doubts, snorted heavily, and said with a smile: "Immortal Master He is really related to my son's immortal fate, and Han is disrespectful." After speaking, he gave up his hand and confessed.

If it was the seemingly peaceful but imposing immortal family five years ago, he would not dare and did not need to be so tempted.

It's just that this person in front of him is related to the prosperity of the Han family, and in Master Han's heart, it is not too prudent to be cautious.

The Taoist priest surnamed He frowned imperceptibly, feeling the change in Master Han's aura when he confirmed Yu Jue, and he was slightly suspicious. His heart turned, but he didn't say anything, and nodded: "It's okay." ”

Master Han suppressed his voice and said: "My son is six years old this year, and since the end of Zhou Chen, Han has always been in accordance with the words of the former immortal master, and according to the agreement, he has devoted himself to cultivation and isolated the mundane disturbances. I hope that he can enter the eyes of He Immortal Master today and be able to embark on the immortal path smoothly. His mother and I had a clear conscience. As he spoke, Master Han looked at Daoist He's expression with sincerity.

That Daoist He just bowed his head lightly and was silent, and when Master Han saw that he was silent, he looked like he should be like this, and he couldn't help but feel anxious.

So Master Han picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea.

Hiding a trace of longing between his brows through the steaming white mist, he continued: "Pity my son is still young, and I don't know when I will be able to see each other again when I enter the mountain to practice. Dong'er is the only son of my Han family, and I am afraid that it will be very slim to see you again in this life. It is said that the mountain is at the end of a day, and the world has been a thousand years, how can we wait for a mortal body? Alas!"

The Taoist priest surnamed He finally heard the meaning of Master Han's words. He is not good at dealing with people in the world, and under the repeated verbal temptations and hints, Master Han is even more impatient, waiting for words. At this moment, he felt something else, and looked up at the hall door.

Master Han naturally could only stop talking and look at the situation, and after a while, a slight footstep sounded outside the door.

Han Dong followed Steward Yu to the front of the hall, looked inward cautiously, and looked at the young Taoist priest opposite his restrained father. I couldn't help but feel a trace of kindness in my heart, and subconsciously looked at the young Taoist priest.

Steward Yu, who stopped at the door of the hall behind him, swept over the backs of the old man and Han Dong like a dragonfly, and he bowed down and closed the door of the hall with a look.

In the hall, Master Han got up and pulled Han Dong to Daoist He, and said with a sneer: "Immortal Master He, this is the little Han Dong," and then turned his head to Han Dong and ordered, "Hurry up and say hello to Immortal Master He." ”

Han Dong looked at Daoist He with a look of novelty and ignorance from the moment he entered the door. At this time, when he heard his father's words, he bowed obediently and saluted: "Meet Immortal Master He, I wish Immortal Master He good health, smooth heart, and become an immortal." After saluting, Han Dong stood aside, his eyes lowered and looked at the floor tiles in front of him, looking very well-behaved.

Daoist He received a salute, bowed his head slightly, raised his head and said to Master Han: "Next, I need to be alone with Ling'er, please arrange a quiet room where no one disturbs." ”

When Master Han heard this, he naturally agreed to it, and when he looked at Han Dong again at this moment, his eyes also brought extra softness. touched Han Dong's head affectionately in front of the Immortal Master, and confessed: Everything is subject to what Immortal Master He said.

Then he went out and led the steward to arrange to clean up.

After Master Han diligently walked away with the housekeeper outside the door, Daoist He stared at Han Dong for a long time and did not speak. Han Dong could only stand stiffly, hanging his hands silently, and there seemed to be a slight restraint between the forms, and it was inconvenient to move without permission.

When a slight uneasy look appeared on Han Dong's face, this He Immortal Master smiled and said, "You are very good, although your father has done a lot of things to add to the snake, but your current physical cultivation is still good." ”

Han Dong, who had been racing in his heart for a long time, was slightly stunned. Maybe he didn't expect the immortal master he was waiting for day and night to be so approachable, or maybe the words that the immortal master said were so simple and direct that he couldn't react.

He just opened his mouth slightly, bowed his head slightly, and seemed to be a little shy when he suddenly heard these blunt praises. But the next words of this Immortal Master He made the innocent look on his face wrinkle, showing a little panic.

"You're smart, so you can guess some of your father's intentions. You don't like your father, do you?" Daoist He continued to smile and look at Han Dong, taking in the change in his expression, "I don't like him either. Although I don't know much about the worldly relatives, I can see that you have a grudge. Can you tell me about it? They can't hear and won't know. ”

Han Dong stood in place, his young mind was turbulent, and his expression became in a trance.

The initial well-behaved and calm have completely faded, replaced by a panicked look after being seen through the heart.

Despite this, he bit his lip and shook his head gently.

Daoist He didn't mind, smiled slightly, patted Han Dong's shoulder, and a warm and comfortable breath seeped into Han Dong's body from his palm.

Han Dong only felt that this breath was somewhat similar to the Danmaru Mountain Spring that he drank every morning, but it was more light and comfortable than those mountain springs, which made people intoxicated.

His mind sensed that the breath in his body turned slightly, and he suddenly felt comfortable, and all the fluctuations in his heart had disappeared.

Han Dong could no longer maintain the well-behaved and sensible pretending to be at this time, recalling the wonder just now, and asked with a little apprehension: "Immortal Master He, what was that just now? Is it an immortal method? It's so magical, I feel so comfortable." ”

Daoist He smiled slightly, withdrew his hand and stroked his sleeves: "What kind of immortal method is this, it is just the aura of the cultivators." Now that you have not escaped from your mortal body, you will naturally have all kinds of wonderful feelings. ”

"In this way, will I be able to be as powerful as Immortal Master He in the future?" Han Dong raised his small eyes and asked.

He Xianshi seemed to be more revealing of his true nature when facing Han Dong, which was different from the cold fan when he got along with Master Han. Here in Han Dong, even the words are more, and the posture is much more easy-going and amiable: "It's not enough to be like me now, the avenue is endless, and in it, diligent cultivation can naturally obtain countless mysteries of the Dao." ”

When Han Dong heard this, his little face appropriately gave birth to a look of yearning, and in the face of this person, Han Dong always had an inexplicable sense of closeness.

"Let's go, I'll open up the pulse for you in person. After following me into the mountain, no matter how many questions you have, the rain will naturally fall. Han Dong was about to continue asking this Immortal Master He, but saw that he had already gotten up and walked out.

At this moment, two slight footsteps stopped outside the hall door.

Han Dong's expression when he looked at this Immortal Master He was already a little more surprised and curious.