Liyang Prefecture, where Ganshan is located, is also the place Li Bichen has been trying to go.

Someone once said that it would take half a year to go to Liyang as an earth immortal.

It can be seen that the distance of the dawn is no longer explained by an ordinary distance.

And the heavenly wilderness is even more impossible to find, and finding Ganshan is to find an entrance to the heavenly wilderness.

The wind blew and blew towards the distant shore, and the snow covered the world, and the silver dragon roared and roared. The snow fell on the people who were still alive, and on the graves where the bones rested.

When night falls, it is like the god of the night in the primeval era, and it seems to be sacrificing the ancient chaos again.

Shadows and lights complement each other, the sound of the wind, the sound of snow, the sound of horses' hooves, and gradually drift away.

Chaimen smells the dog barking, and returns to people on a snowy night?

No, the man rode away on a dragon horse.

The ground is white, and the snow is three feet thick.

The Taoist walks, sits on the back of the dragon horse, is a light thunder in the world, step by step, walking in the world.

Stepping on the red dust turned into a horse's body, the appearance was the same as back then, with black skin and red lines.

It's not an easy journey.

The whereabouts of the obscure beads are important, but there is another point, Li Bichen knows that he has reached the edge.

After three hundred years of practice, with the help of supreme qi, I finally saw the threshold of the earth immortal.

So, the old man who had risen up, some of the words he had said, were remembered.

If you want to go to the human world, there may be some unexpected things.

So, the yin and yang fish began to turn, and the immortal sitting cross-legged stood up.

It's just a drop-by.

With the passage of time, spring goes to autumn, and white horses pass through the gap.

A light rose in those eyes, blazing and bright.

Li Bichen brushed away the snow on his shoulders, and his body shook gently with the movement of Ryoma.

Plausible...... Drowsiness and snoring.

......

The night is vast, in this dim and windy world, there are no more people to talk about in these hundred thousand miles, and even wild beasts dare not come out.

It's just that this is an ordinary truth, but at this moment, it seems to be broken.

In the vast wind and snow, in the vast darkness, a figure appeared.

This is an extremely strong man, he carries a package on his body, but he wears only a thin single coat, his strong muscles are as angular as rocks, and his eyes are shining like wolves.

"Light summer single clothes April day. Start over and bend your fingers, cherish the passing years. ”

"Where are the gods in the world? arrange me, the bottom of the flower and the front of the respect!"

"Fight for the way to make the king. The pen drives thousands of horses and is stationed in Pingchuan. Chang'an is only in the west of Japan!"

Looking back, the arbor is sparse and smoky. ”

Sometimes high-pitched, sometimes plain singing, the hardcover man stepped on the snow, like a negative mountain, saw Li Bichen walking in the wind and snow, his wolf-like eyes lit up, against those wind and snow, walked to Li Bichen.

"Where did the Taoist come from, in the cold winter when the wind and snow are all over the sky, he walks lightly in a thin shirt?"

The sturdy man spoke directly, Li Bichen sat upside down on the dragon horse, and looked at him: "I'm single-clothed and thin-shirted, aren't you the same?"

"But I should ask you, this wind and snow are so big, without a robe or cold armor, with only a pair of bare feet, you have to go all over the world?"

The hardcover man laughed: "No matter how big the wind and snow in this mountain is, it can't blind my eyes, even if the black and white rotation in this mountain can't stop my pace." ”

"Eighty miles of small heavy mountains, heavy snow and cold. However, if a person walks around, the faster he comes, the less cold he feels. ”

"I was born full of blood and blood, and I also killed the old wolf in the mountains for clothes, but later pawned it for me and exchanged it for some gold and silver! A pot of old wine went down to the stomach and intestines, and the fire burned the five internal organs, and I didn't know that the wind and snow were like waves!"

The hardcover man followed Ryoma and laughed, the snow on his head also dyed his green silk white, but the voice rolled away, like thunder.

Li Bichen listened to his own words, but also smiled: "In this way, it is quite rhyming, it is true, in the cold winter years, Rao has that fox and wolf, which is not as hot as a pot of old wine." ”

The sturdy man's eyes lit up, and he immediately praised: "Yes, what the Taoist said is right, a pot of old wine is in the stomach, and the white water is boiling like a boil, it is the blood that dares to kill the tiger!"

The two talked, and the more the sturdy man talked, the more energetic he became, and he felt that he was very speculative with Li Pichen, and he hated to see each other late.

"I call the young uncle, what do you call the Taoist?"

"Li Bichen. ”

"It's also a good name, the dust is worldly, and it's better for cultivators to be less polluted, so that you can get a quiet road! Dare to ask, what is the Taoist name?"

"I'm from Mount Emei in the East. ”

"Where are you going?"

"Far north, west boundary, go to Yuyuan. ”

"Yu Yuan?"

When the young boy heard this, he was slightly stunned, and then he laughed.

"Li Daoren, Yu Yuan is just a place in myths and legends, it doesn't exist at all, you look for the junction of the extreme north and the west realm, even if you look for a hundred years, you won't see Yu Yuan!"

Li Bichen smiled, and instead of talking to him about this, he suddenly asked: "I heard you sing a ballad before, and it said that the immortals in the world are good, have you seen the immortal family in the past?"

"I've never seen it!"

The young uncle laughed: "Wind and snow, where can I see the face of the immortals, it is all about driving the dragon to travel all over the world, and sitting on the phoenix to return to the western sky!"

"For those of us mortals, it is already something to boast of if we can see one or two cultivators, and we can also see the face of the immortal family, where is it possible. ”

"I sing this ballad, is to say that I myself am a god, I spread the wind and snow, across the eighty miles of small mountains, guide me back to the second way, Taoist, you see I am wearing a thin shirt, even if the snow in this world is heavy, and for me, it is only like April spring. ”

The young uncle was very complacent about his strong body, Li Bichen looked at him, and said: "It is indeed a good skin, the body is as smooth as King Kong, but the cold of the wind and snow is not cold on the outside but cold on the bones." ”

It seemed that there was something in the words, but the young uncle didn't realize it at all, and he didn't even see it, Li Bichen's head was slightly lowered, and the light of yin and yang in his eyes flashed.

The majesty of the wind and snow is cold to the bone, if you are not afraid of the invasion of wind and snow, if it is not a physical difference, it is no longer a living being.

"Young uncle, let me ask you, what is the burden you are carrying?"

Li Bichen looked at him, and the young uncle patted his bag and said with a smile: "Old wine and old wine, this thing is as big as a tiger! There are eighty pots of old wine in it, as well as dry food and mutton. ”

"I have been going to and from Xiaozhong Mountain for many years, and I have crossed the Xiaozhong Mountain on the bank of the Gujiang River, where there are some old men, waiting for my wine all the year round, and this wine can only be bought in the east of Xiaozhong Mountain, eighty miles of land, the vast snowfield, this mountain is white all the year round, few people can walk, only I can. ”

"Sometimes, I often met people trapped by the wind and snow here, and I saved their lives with old wine, and guided them to find a safe place to avoid freezing to death in the small mountains. ”

Li Bichen praised: "The young uncle has the heart to save people, has the act of saving people, and is very good, and he should be a big deal." ”

"Haha, do you want to drink?"

The young uncle was happy when he heard it, so he threw out a pot of wine from the package, Li Bichen took it steadily, opened the wine, and suddenly a mellow fragrance filled the air.

The two of them drank while walking, and the wind and snow could not hurt the two of them in the slightest, only to see the dragon horse carrying the man, followed by a reckless man.

Over the clouds and mountains, through the snowy barren mountains.

Ryoma neighed softly, and a black shadow appeared in the snow in front of him, but as he got closer, the black changed to white, and he just looked at it, where was the shadow, which was clearly a white bone.

Buried in the snowy mountains, he died of despair.

Li Pichen sighed, and the young man drank a pot of old wine at this time, and then walked over, looking at the white bones with one hand stretched out, as if he wanted to grasp the sky.

He poured the parchment jug in his hand, and the liquor in it poured down and poured it on the bones.

"Recklessness has no way back, and all the profits are white bones. ”

"The snow-capped mountains are angry, and the sad words turn into blood. ”

"The gold is gone, and in the end it becomes loess. ”

"The soul is lost, and the wine is gone. ”

"The road leads to the sky, how can the road ahead be lonely?"

The wine was poured down, and the young boy kicked the white bone's arm over, and shouted:

If I die in the future, I hope you will remember to pour wine today and lead me to the Stygian Sea!"

The hot wine and bones sank completely into the snow, and the young uncle drank another pot of wine, which was empty, and he put it in his bag, and looked at Li Bichen and said:

"I have a habit of giving them wine when they die in the small heavy mountains, like this, if I want to come and go to the netherworld divine sea, I will not feel lonely, and the old wine is down, even if I die, my body is still as hot as ever. ”

Li Bichen nodded when he heard this, and suddenly asked again: "Do you know the Netherworld?"

Mortals do not know the doctrine of the Stygian Sea, but only think that the underworld is a great land.

The young uncle turned his head and said strangely: "Isn't this common sense, the Netherworld Sea is lonely, I naturally know, this myth and legend Well, it can't be said to be a legend, this Netherworld Sea, but it really exists, this is more realistic than Yu Yuan, a Taoist who is looking for." ”

"Yu Yuan is not visible, but the Netherworld Sea is a place where it really exists. ”

When Li Bichen heard him, he laughed: "Since you know about the Netherworld, why don't you think that Yu Yuan exists?"

"The Netherworld is a place where the dead go, when a person dies, there must always be a place to go, there are immortals and gods, then naturally there is also the Netherworld, don't you practitioners always talk about yin and yang? ”

The young boy smiled: "But Yu Yuan, who has really been there? It only exists in the place in the myth of Zhiwei, and even cultivators are very confused." ”

"For example, I only know that Yuyuan is the legendary place of sunset, but what is there? Who can tell? Is Yuyuan really a river? Or is it a cloud mountain canyon? Or is it another edge of the sea?"

Li Bichen exclaimed: "You really think a lot, in fact, I don't know what Yu Yuan is like." ”

The young uncle smiled again: "You don't even know what Yu Yuan looks like, are you going to look for it?"

Li Bichen spoke: "I don't know Yu Yuan, but Yu Yuan won't move, in the yin and yang, the yin world is quiet and the yang world moves, just like us and this white bone, it has died and can no longer be revived, and we are still alive, looking at the brilliant brilliance in the world." ”

The young uncle touched his chin: "What you said makes sense." ”

The two walked, and Li Bichen asked the young uncle, how many times has he climbed the small heavy mountain and buried how many white bones have he buried?

The young uncle replied, fifteen years of wind and snow, I don't know how many souls have been buried, eighty miles of small mountains are eighty miles of mass graves, the place is not big, the mountains are not long, but the bones and snow buried in it have long been one.

He sang and recited ancient songs, and in the snow-capped mountains, the sound of the sky sounded slowly.

Day and night are uncertain, light and shadow are intertwined, barren clouds and mountains and snow.

Li Bichen drank the wine, the young uncle wiped the corners of his mouth on one side, and they walked to the fourth night, the wind obscured the stars, and the snow pressed on the sky.

In the darkness, a dull thunderous voice rang out.

It was like a vicious beast lurking in the darkness, the young uncle frowned, looked around, and said, "Daoist, something is wrong. ”

Suddenly, Li Bichen opened his mouth and said, "Young uncle, let me ask you, what do you think is a dream?"

The young uncle did not hesitate: "What has never been done in ordinary times, this is a dream." ”

After he finished speaking, he laughed again and asked, "Why do you suddenly ask this question?"

Li Bichen nodded, but he didn't answer him, but said softly: "Even though the world is wonderful, it's just a big dream in the void. ”

"Young uncle, should you wake up from a big dream?"

"Naturally, you should wake up!"

The two asked and answered, and Li Bichen nodded: "Listening to the sound of wind, snow and thunder, it's time for you to wake up from your big dream." ”

The young uncle was stunned and said strangely: "You...... What are you talking about?"

Li Bichen looked at him, suddenly shook his head and smiled, and pointed to the back.

The young uncle turned around, and saw that the snow was all rising, and in the darkness, one after another white bones stood up, and their empty eye sockets looked at the young uncle, and then they stood up, trembling their upper and lower teeth, and making a sound.

"Recklessness has no way back, and all the profits are white bones. ”

"The snow-capped mountains are angry, and the sad words turn into blood. ”

"The gold is gone, and in the end it becomes loess. ”

"The soul is lost, and the wine is gone. ”

"The road leads to the sky, how can the road ahead be lonely?"

It was originally a funeral song for white bones, but now it resounded to the young uncle, who stayed in place, and Li Bichen said slowly: "The obsession of thousands of burial people has gathered into you, eighty miles of small mountains, one hundred thousand white bones, you have forgotten your previous life, but ...... It's good, too. ”

"Three hundred years of dreams, how many springs and autumns?"

"The six and seventh generations of wind and snow, sorrow and sorrow. ”

"Wake up from the big dream, young uncle, look at them, each one is you, they are asking you to bury them, and they are asking you to bury yourself. ”

Those white bones kowtowed, the young uncle was speechless, he looked at Li Bichen, and suddenly said, "I...... Is it a dream man?"

"One hundred thousand white bones is a big dream, mighty, this thought is enough to penetrate Xiao Han. ”

"But it's not just them, I'm your dream man too. ”

Li Bichen smiled lightly, the young uncle was puzzled, at this time, there was a sudden thunder and earthquake in all directions, he was shocked, and he raised his head suddenly, but saw that the wind and snow in the distance were blown up, and the white waves like a torrent were surging, burying mountains and seas!

"Avalanche!"

The young uncle lost color, and Li Bichen said: "What is there to be afraid of? It's just a dream, Nanke under the tree says Nanke, and under the sorghum wood...... Sigh sorghum. ”

"I don't know in my dreams...... As a guest. ”

The palm of his hand was gently brushed away, and it was the bead curtain that came into his hand, and the roaring white dragon suddenly stood still for a moment, and then ...... Split in both directions!

The extremely bright light bloomed, and the young man blocked his eyes, and the next moment, as time collapsed, where his eyes saw was a peach blossom source.

There was a child laughing, but he was singing his own songs.

And those white bones are laughing, and the world is happy, they are saying:

"The soul returns, the soul destroys the blood and still the orangutan, only the quiet dawn is quiet, not stained with turbidity and clear!"

"Young uncle, wake up from a big dream!"

Laughter and light drowned him out, and in the same way, the young uncle saw the Taoist priest riding a horse, flowers rose on his top, and he also turned into a unicorn when he sat down, and the black and white robe on his body fluttered, and he only looked at his eyes...... It is the creation of yin and yang!

Like a hammer into his heart, the young uncle seemed to understand, he laughed, took out a pot of wine, and poured it down!

"It turns out that I have already died! I didn't know that I was a guest in my dream, but when I woke up, I said it was Nanke!"

The young uncle shouted to Li Pichen: "Immortal family, can I drink this pot of wine?!"

Li Bichen nodded: "Naturally, it's also excellent." ”

The young man laughed: "Yes!

"It's just a pity that the old man outside the mountain can't drink it! It's just a pity that I won't see him again!"

"It's just a pity...... It's just a pity!"

"Immortal Family!"

He suddenly shouted, and the voice was unstoppable even if the wind and snow were howling: "You are from the east, your Emei Pure Land, is it beautiful?"

Li Bichen smiled: "Nature is beautiful, if you have a fate in the next life, I invite you to go up the mountain and sit." ”

The young uncle laughed together: "Thank you very much!"

The light and laughter completely overwhelmed him, and the peach blossoms fell, accompanied by heavy snowfall.

......

In the vast snow-capped mountains, how many lonely souls lie down?

Coming and going, the wind is like fire.

Li Bichen woke up from his dream, and at this time, Ryoma had already crossed the mountain, and he was about to go.

On the small heavy mountain, the sky is vast.

The horse's hooves stopped, and Li Bichen lowered his head, his gaze was far away, and he seemed to see through the ages.

At the edge of the road, there was a white bone sitting against the stone, and in front of it lay a pot of old wine, the mouth of which was warm, and the wine was full and still hot.

The person in the dream is a dream, however, Li Bichen ...... The best at marrying dreams.

Illusory and real, but backhanded.

After three hundred years of practice, he finally pushed the dream method past Wu Yanqing.

"I'll deliver this wine for you, and as for the payment, you don't have to pay it. ”

"Those who were once buried, they took you and went with them to the netherworld. Listen, the wind and snow are thundering. ”

"There is a fate in the next life, please drink. ”

Li Bichen turned over and dismounted, picked up the wine jug, put it on his waist, and Ryoma followed, listening to the Taoist slowly, singing a song that echoed through the ages.

And in the dream, in the Huangliang Township, there is also a man laughing, he is carrying a package, tilting his head, and he is also chanting.

It's the same ballad.

......

"Light summer single clothes April day. Start over and bend your fingers, cherish the passing years. ”

"Where are the gods in the world?"

"Arrange me, Flower Bottom and Honorable Front. ”

"Fight for the way to make the king. ”

"The pen drives thousands of horses and is stationed in Pingchuan. Chang'an is only to the west of Japan. ”

"The head is empty, and the arbor is smoky. ”