There was a drizzle in the sky, wetting the bluestone road, the town was full of flower umbrellas, Aunt Han shouted "sell baked cakes", the heat steamed her face, Mr. walked on the street in a green shirt, the little scholar jumped and followed behind, almost scratched, Aunt Zheng sat on the stool boredly, her strong body overwhelmed the small wooden stool, until Uncle Zheng came over with a hot bun, and the aunt let go of the stool. Everything is so peaceful and serene, a hundred years seem to pass like this, this is a warm and full of fireworks. In the yard outside the town, Uncle Li watched his son happily eating candy, in the light rain, under the flower tree, she stood quietly.

But everything is already wrong, and Zhuang You has already burst into tears.

After lying in bed for ten days, the officials of Daqin came to the town, and some people dressed in black came, and these people were all dealt with by the master. In the end, the dead in the town were all moved into the tombs, the officials walked in a bit of a hurry, and Zhuang You stood behind the master wrapped in gauze and did not speak from beginning to end.

"That man's name is Huang Ji, a man from Yin Dang Mountain. The master suddenly said something, Zhuang You was stunned for a moment, and then nodded: "Apprentice remember." ”

Zhuang You didn't ask much, he didn't ask the master what Yindang Mountain was, he just remembered this place, and he hated it silently, one day he would go to that place and ask what was going on!

After the master returned, he still lived in seclusion in the courtyard and did not ask about the world. Zhuang You punched twice in the morning and evening, and felt that he had mastered the spitting technique, but the master had nothing to say, and he also went over every day as usual, cleaning and taking a medicinal bath.

In addition, Zhuang You wanders around the graves dug for the townspeople by officials outside the town every day, thinking about the people or things that were at the beginning. Each grave is simple, with a mound of earth and a wooden board with a name carved on it. There are a total of 213 graves, representing the twilight of a small town.

Every day, Zhuang swam up, habitually walked to the town, and when he arrived at the entrance of the town, he looked at the barren town, and then remembered that he no longer had to sell pork. He always felt that after the townspeople died, the town also died, the weeds grew wildly, the dust was everywhere, and the town suddenly became strange and barren, and Zhuang You walked silently, until the grave, until it was dark.

Zhuang You found a box of rouge in the dilapidated rouge shop, he wiped it clean, put it in his arms, put it in front of the grave of the little sister, stood for a long time, looked at the lonely carving of the word "Li Wei" on the wooden board, cold and unfamiliar, turned around and found a new wooden board, and clumsily engraved "Little sister - Qin Shengjia's wife". Zhuang You believes that the little sister will be happy if she marries Qin Gongzi, so he hopes that everyone can live happily below.

After a while, Zhuang You became more and more silent, and he began to practice boxing over and over again, spitting, and practicing until he was exhausted, so that he could fall asleep in bed. He didn't know what he was doing, what was going on in his heart, he just wanted to practice. I knew that one day, the master saw Zhuang You, who was boxing at dawn, and said "The heat is not enough", Zhuang You paused, and then fought again.

With his back to the master, his tears couldn't stop flowing, yes, it's too weak, the weak can't even kill that man, and the master needs to solve it, the weak doesn't even know what happened, and he doesn't dare to go to the so-called Yindang Mountain now, weak, incompetent, which makes people so angry and helpless.

The town is becoming more and more barren day by day, and people's hearts are becoming more and more empty. Zhuang You was still very silent, boxing day after day, and finally one day, in a certain morning, he felt a special feeling, his mind was empty, his body was smooth, as if the whole person had become different. Before he could explore, the old man appeared beside him, glanced at it lightly, and said, "You have arrived at the Tongmai realm." Looking at Zhuang You's puzzled eyes, the old man also solemnly became serious, the things on the path of cultivation are very important: "The reason why a cultivator becomes a cultivator is because he has walked to that road, there are ten mountains on the road, there are nine buildings in the sky, and you are now standing at the foot of the first mountain. The first three realms are called Tongmai, and you are one realm. ”

Zhuang You didn't understand much, but he remembered it as always, and in his heart, he was a little happy after a long absence. "That Huang Ji is a realm", Zhuang You listened, nodded, and clenched his fists.

After the old man finished speaking, he didn't go back to the courtyard as before, but looked at the young man in front of him, frowned, thought for a moment, and said: "Cultivator, there are many questions, not only realm exercises, as long as you have questions in your heart, you can ask them, you are too boring, it is harmful to cultivation. When Zhuang You heard it, he thought he had heard it wrong, and the master's request to him in the past was to say less and do more. Now I want him to talk and do more, but he hasn't reacted yet. But he habitually listened to his master, saying "the disciple knows" and then fell silent.

The old man's brows furrowed, this kid was still a stuffy gourd, but Zhuang You raised his head and asked, "Master, where is Yindang Mountain?"

Looking at the gloom in the depths of the young man's eyes, the old man understood the young man's thoughts, and did not directly answer Zhuang You's question, but said: "There are many ways to walk on this path of cultivators, but most of them have the same path, and there is no restraint in finding great freedom. But on the road, there are often asceticism, and relatives, friends, partners, or treasures, exercises, and other things are often not available or cannot be let go, and naturally they are miserable. The old man looked at the boy and remembered a lot of things. But then he said firmly: "But my generation of monks, should not be afraid of pain, martial artists open the way with their fists, and swordsmen break through all kinds of vanity with their three-foot green edges." Even if you don't reach the end in the end, you must firmly believe that the road you are taking is right, and every footprint is worth it. ”

The gloom in the young man's eyes faded a little, and he looked at the majestic master, and his heart was a little warm: "Master, the road is difficult to walk, what should I do if I can't let go?" The little sister's smile has become a memory, and the people or things in the town still make it difficult for the young man to suppress.

The old man laughed, Zhuang You thought he was wrong, the master smiled so happily, he had never seen it. In the laughter, the old man shouted: "If you can't let it go, then cut it off"

Before the words fell, the old man waved his robe sleeves, the wind was blowing, Zhuang You's body was blown up all of a sudden, and the whole person was fluttering, completely unconscious, but he vaguely saw that the town was slowly getting smaller, followed by the ups and downs of the mountains, and he seemed to be flying.

Ninety thousand miles to the top!

I don't know how long it took, Zhuang You woke up, the master's back was in front of him, the sky was dark, he was lying on the grass, stood up, and there was a high mountain in front of him.

The old man said lightly: "This is Yindang Mountain!" The young man thought that he had heard it wrong, but the master's words were always right, this gloomy mountain in front of him, strange rocks towering, bare and no trees, and the sky was full of gloomy air, but Zhuang You didn't know what it was, but he was just curious why this fog was gray and black.

The old man walked up, Zhuang You's dizziness slowly disappeared, and after running the spitting technique, Zhuang You recovered and hurriedly followed the master.

"Yindang Mountain is the ghost cultivation sect of Great Qin, using ghost control as a cultivation method, and it can be left at any time, but it has not done anything to hurt the heavens and reason. If you have any questions, you will ask them later. ”

The young man was ignorant, and he didn't understand much after listening to it, but he firmly followed the master. Soon, two young men in gray clothes walked out at the foot of the mountain, their faces were pale, and their bodies were surrounded by yin qi.

Zhuang You looked at the master, the old man didn't hear the words of the two, and said: "The gray-black mist in your eyes is the yin qi that you can see after you reach a realm, and it is the yin qi produced by ghosts and other things, which is harmful to people who are not yin cultivators, you have true qi in your body, and you don't have to worry about yin qi in general." ”

The boy nodded, remembering. Seeing the two of them like this, the two gatekeepers of Yindang Mountain were annoyed, and when they ran the magic trick, black ghosts erupted from their bodies, and they rushed over with their teeth and claws, but the old man still didn't see it, and moved up, Zhuang You still followed, completely believing in the master.

With a turn of his eyes, the old man and the young man had already walked behind the two, and the two disciples and the ghost were frozen in place, unable to move.

The old man and the boy walked up the stone steps of the mountain, and the young man was very curious about the matter of Fang Cai, and before he could ask, his feet on the stone steps suddenly stepped on hundreds of steps, and the young man took another step, and he reached hundreds of steps later. Turning around, the foot of the mountain was far away.

The things on both sides quickly retreated, and Zhuang You saw rows of houses, as well as a huge circular square, hundreds of black-clothed disciples were cultivating, and he saw countless hideous ghosts, and his ears were full of mournful wails. In the end, the eyes were finally settled, and Zhuang You tried his best to overcome the vomiting sensation in the vertigo.

The old man looked at the young man's performance and said with relief: "You have just come into contact with this square inch method, and you are quite calm." The young man was a little overjoyed to hear the master's praise, and looked around to see that he was in a secret room that could accommodate only a few people. In front of him, an old man described as withered, like a skeleton that had been buried in the soil for many years, barely wearing a human skin on his body, and his eyes were green, like ghost fire beating. However, such a terrifying and eerie old monster was full of fear and anxiety in his eyes.

The master looked at the ghost cultivator in front of him, and asked impatiently: "Are you the head of Yindang Mountain?" The old man nodded in fear, and asked with a slight hesitation: "The old man is the current head of Yindang Mountain, I don't know what the predecessors are here to ......."

The old man waved his hand impatiently and said to Zhuang You: "Okay, if you kid have any questions, just ask." Zhuang You didn't know what was going on until now, the old monster in front of him made him feel a thousand-year-old ghost-like sense of oppression, but with the master's finger, the amazing aura of the old ghost disappeared without a trace. Zhuang You overcame his fear and made a voice: "Do you know this person Huang Ji?"

The old monster didn't know what was going on at all, and recently felt that there was a breakthrough in the exercises, and only then did he retreat in the secret room where the yin qi in the mountains almost condensed, how did he know that an old man and a young man suddenly appeared inexplicably, and this old man couldn't see the depth at all. The fierce ghost who has followed the old monster for hundreds of years has completely lost its former fierceness, shrinking into his body like a baby and not daring to come out, the old monster is only sure of one thing, he must not provoke the old man in front of him.

Hearing the young man's words, the old ghost was even more confused, and after thinking for a long time, he vaguely remembered that the sect had recently expelled a disciple, and it seemed that his name was Huang Ji. After thinking about it carefully, I remembered it all, did this Huang Ji provoke the other party, shouldn't it.

The old ghost said respectfully: "This sect used to have a disciple named Huang Ji, but he was expelled for indiscriminately killing his fellow sects to practice powerful ghosts, and he has nothing to do with this sect. ”

Zhuang You continued to ask, "What was Huang Ji's state when he was expelled?" "Oh, he was abolished by the elders of this sect and cultivated, and he just barely survived by retaining a realm. The old ghost replied in horror, and the young man kept asking about Huang Ji's life and past, even about his birth. The poor old ghost had not asked about the affairs of the sect for many years, and had already handed over trivial matters to the elders to deal with, but he still told the truth what he knew.

Long. Zhuang You didn't ask anymore, he already understood, he didn't expect that the massacre in the town was used by a disciple abandoned by the sect to heal his wounds. It was so simple and absurd, and the master was not in town at the time. People die like lights going out, and it seems that no one knows that there is such a town and such a smiling face except for himself at this time.

The young man's heart suddenly turned cold, and a sense of powerlessness filled his body. The old man looked at it and said, "Finished asking?" The young man said, pondering for a long time, neither the master nor the old ghost interrupted him, of course, the old ghost did not dare.

Zhuang You overcame his fear, looked at the head of Yindang Mountain in front of him, and suddenly broke out: "You are a master of the house, even the disciples can't be disciplined well, and if you commit this kind of thing, you will only be seriously injured and driven away, and you don't care if he will harm ordinary people." Do you know how many people died? Two hundred and thirteen people! Living lives are gone, you know, do you care? I care, I remember!"

Zhuang You was extremely angry, his whole body was hot, for so long, he had always been silent, always depressed, he didn't know who he wanted to vent to, who to suffer? He wanted to kill this old monster in front of him now, he wanted to kill the old monster in front of him, he wanted to do it very much, he even wanted to flatten the entire Yindang Mountain!

As if understanding the young man's thoughts, the old man tapped the head of Yindang Mountain, and then said, "He is also in the same realm now." Zhuang You was stunned for a moment and rushed over.

......

When Zhuang You walked on the road, his fists were still aching. The old man said: "How does it feel to kill him?" The young man showed his fear: "This old monster can only be defeated because of you and me, master, but I can't let go if I don't kill him, master, have I done anything wrong?"

The old man laughed: "Cultivator, why are you looking for great freedom, why are you entangled so much, this kind of person, if you kill it, you will kill it." ”

"Master, thank you!"

"Well, go back and practice well"

"Master, you're so amazing!"

"Okay, it's not nonsense for you to ask more!"

"Oh"

Under the sunset, the two figures dragged for a long time, and the young man looked at the old man and showed a smile that he had not seen for a long time.