(Happy New Year's Day, everyone.) ）

Ginkgo biloba never loses autumn.

The boy will leave Zicheng.

Coming out of the courtyard, the boy went straight back to the inn and informed the shopkeeper of his decision to sit alone all night. The shopkeeper surnamed Zhao seemed a little surprised, I thought that this young child would be entangled for a while, but I didn't expect to be so decisive, so he gave the young man an accurate answer, two days later, from outside the East City Gate, the shopkeeper surnamed Zhao personally took him to meet the elder.

Not only can the teenager not have to work for these two days, but he can also go to the account office first and receive up to the whole year's salary in one breath as a gift for his departure.

In the words of the shopkeeper, if it is good to disperse, it must have a good appearance.

The young man smiled bitterly, and was a little worried.

The shopkeeper surnamed Zhao also bluntly said that he didn't think there was something greasy in it. If the young man has the opportunity to step on the immortal road, he will know that these mortal silver coins, for the people on the mountain, the incense that connects the good fate cannot be talked about, it is purely to see Li Minghui's diligent color head for several years, which is what the young man deserves. And if the last opportunity is missed by the teenager, the position on the Pearl Spring Inn will no longer be reserved for Li Mingai, so scattered and poor, this year's silver money, in fact, is not much.

When Li Minghui walked out of the side door of the inn with a bag of broken silver, he felt a little like a world away.

As a senior fellow of the Pearl Spring Inn, the boy's salary is three cents of silver per month, and the advance for a whole year is one or two or eight cents. The shopkeeper of the Zhao Inn, who is proficient in human affairs, specially appeared and personally asked for a good treatment, and the young man was not dismissed, but had other uses. Steward Yang, who led Li Minghui to the account room, only felt that he really looked away, and felt more and more that the fortune behind the young man was unfathomable, and his attitude was respectful, and he also tried to test the young man's future with words, knowing that the less words at this time, the better the young man just smiled and did not speak, so Steward Yang whispered a few words to the people in the account room, and even the day when the young man was absent from work was also exempted.

Coupled with the scattered copper plates that are paid on a daily basis this month, the bag is not bulging, but it is very weighty to hold, and it is very reassuring to carry in your arms. It is rare for a young man to touch so much money from his own house at one time, and with some of these silver coins, he can buy another yard for himself from the west of the city.

Shopkeeper Zhao left time to prepare for his long trip and say goodbye to relatives and friends, how did he know that the young man had just sent away the closest people?

Only those who give the most are the most difficult to say goodbye. Because there is no one to say goodbye to.

The boy walked towards the downtown area, and on the way, he looked at the streets and alleys that carried the most stable time since he was a child.

Step by step, very slowly.

When they first arrived in Linzi City, the two children were not as happy as they are now, hiding in a ruined temple in the wilderness that had been left unattended, and would be driven out by a group of adults who returned from the night when the gang went out to beg during the day, and the oldest old beggar came up with the idea that he wanted to take the two of them in, but he had to break his legs and feet or ears and eyes, so as to win the sympathy of passers-by and get more rewards. Drill through the grass nest, sleep under the bridge, from the beginning of the reluctance to beg, to bow down and knock on the door of a hundred houses to beg for kindness from uncles and aunts, how do people who have never experienced hunger know that when they are hungry, their self-esteem and the truth in their hearts precede the taste of saliva being swallowed?

The two of them, who struggled to survive from the bottom of the market, learned to be good at observing words and feelings, and with the two of them, they may have been born with some kind of talent, and they became two almost instinctive keen intuition, so after settling down, Ah Qing and Li Mingwei never stopped some basic physical fitness techniques taught by Grandma Qi.

But even if you go to the market to pick up the vegetable leaves left by others, dress yourself up cleanly instead of pretending to be miserable and knock on hundreds of doors to ask for help in the work for food, you are not willing to join a gang in the west of the city to steal money, or take a broken bowl and run to the street to kneel and beg for alms. There was once a passing acrobatic troupe, after the two of them were beaten badly in exchange for a few days of help, they took a fancy to Aqing's dexterous hands and feet, and wanted to take Aqing away as an apprentice, Aqing was worried about the slightly thin Li Mingai, and directly refused.

Later, I finally had a long-term job, and I saved money for a long time to buy a very small and dilapidated courtyard from the west of the city. Since then, the two have truly realized the wonders of being "Linzi City people". The Mao Da Niang baked cake shop on the other side of the street once drove away the two children who were standing on the sidelines and watched, but now they are smiling when they see that they go to buy it. The pastries of Xu Zhiji in the east of the city are the most delicious, the Sichuan honeymoon cakes that come out of the Mid-Autumn Festival are sweet to the bones but not greasy at all, the grass candies are crispy and crispy, and they are rattling in the mouth, and the red three knives are cut on a square block, and they are reluctant to swallow it in one bite, and the two teenagers have to break it and eat it. The best thing is the croissant honey, which is curved like two sheep's horns combined, and the nails are sprinkled with white sugar, and when you bite into it, it is full of sugar juice!

Where are people just divided into people on the mountain and people under the mountain, before becoming immortals, you must first be human.

In order to reason with the "Heavenly Sword Immortal" who destroyed half of the city, he gave up the worry-free life promised by the shopkeeper surnamed Zhao himself, which seemed easy. God knows what he experienced in his heart after a sleepless night, from a homeless person who easily climbed into a young man in Linzi City who lived a stable life.

That long line, leading to the sky and the moon, is ethereal. A short line, drawn towards the bamboo in the cage, but safe and steady.

Maybe the stability that can be seen by the candle in this cage is the result of many people's struggles.

After crying bitterly, Aqing went to the unpredictable Mushan Sect alone, and how many precious things did he give up?

Mr. Han said that revenge is like drinking wine. Well, you have to kill yourself before you kill others.

Don't look at the road.

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Li Minghui stopped wandering aimlessly and diverted to the Hanfu Academy in Dongcheng. On the way, I passed by the door of the crowded Xu Zhiji main store, and it took a lot of effort to resist the desire to get a small fortune and buy two bags of candy from Xu Zhiji to satisfy my hunger.

Han Fu has never been pure and loud, always mixed with play and play.

In addition to the back house, which is reserved for self-occupation and is strictly forbidden for outsiders to enter and exit, two of the three halls of the Han Mansion have been converted into various activity venues, and each area has a resident teacher to help take care of it. When Li Minghui found Mr. Han, it happened that he was lecturing from the school, and today he is talking about "The king is in the North Sea, and the widow is in the South China Sea, but the wind and horses and cattle are not related——"

The boy waited quietly from outside the door, and did not enter, but listened with relish. Mr. Han's lectures are always witty and interesting, not as rigid as other school gentlemen, it turns out that the Dalu where he is located belongs to the territory of the ancient Qi Dynasty, and when it was strong, he also took the initiative to attack the old Southern Chu Dynasty.

Mr. Han suddenly asked a question, if you were one of the small countries that followed and attacked Southern Chu, and the emperor of Qi didn't use it as an excuse because Chu didn't offer Bao Mao, would you still follow to fight?

A group of children were chattering, and a few boys said they wanted to follow, and it was interesting for a group of people to fight one. Two girls shook their heads and said no, if there are more people, you can bully fewer people, and the world will be chaotic.

Mr. Han nodded, and asked again: "So there is a saying that teachers are famous, and they have to find reasons for fighting, and this name is to teach everyone's benevolence and righteousness." But it's because of this reason that the fight becomes normal, and you can't find an excuse to refute it. Is the 'reason' good or bad? Li Minghui, can you tell me?"

The boy was happy to watch the excitement outside the door, and was suddenly a little startled when his name was called, and his face turned red all of a sudden.

Mr. Han smiled: "Say whatever you want, it's okay." ”

Li Mingwei thought of some very unhappy things, and then thought about it, still smiled, "I can't think of such a complicated problem." ”

The middle-aged Confucian man smiled, gave Li Minghui a long look, then put the question aside and continued to tell the next story to the children in the house.

When he ran out of rest, Mr. Han got up, came to the young man, and asked, "Is there something wrong with Ming's kindness?"

Li Minghui hesitated, and only said that he was going to travel far recently, and it was not clear when he would come back, and he couldn't come to Hanfu to take classes recently, not that he was skipping school without permission. In addition, I also want to write two letters of trust Mr. Han to transfer to Dong Luzhu and Chen Qingzhi of Mu Shanzong who are far away in Nishan Xue Palace, if the latter two reply letters, please Mr. Han must help collect them, and when he returns from his long trip, he will come back to pick them up.

The children of the Han Mansion are not forced to be restricted, and the amount of money they can contribute depends on the children's own family background, which is a bit of a half-private and half-righteous learning. The children's class schedule is not uniform, but there are often children from poor families who suddenly cut off the school process due to various reasons, or because of the need to make a living or because the children themselves have lost interest. For this kind of thing, Mr. Han said that he would not force it, but he would be disappointed.

Even if you are stuck in the mud, you should still look at the stars.

Lee didn't want to disappoint Mr. Han.

The middle-aged Confucian nodded in agreement, and only said that after the two letters were written, they would be handed over to the gatekeeper at the gate, and he would remember this matter and be sure to help Li Minghui send it.

The boy bowed happily, and Mr. was always reassuring in his words and deeds, and he was about to leave.

Mr. Han stopped the young man and asked, "I just asked you a question, and you are obviously thoughtful." It's just you and me, can you talk about it?"

Li Minghui lowered his head, and the picture that came to mind was the fear of himself and Aqing when they were surrounded by beggars in the temple, and said slowly: "If you don't find a reason, the big one won't beat the small one, and the one with more people won't beat the one with the lesser? In this world, bad people will not become better because they have rules, nor will they be worse because they have no rules. ”

"And how can there be a real bad person, it's all because they can't eat enough, and when they are full, they will still think about other things. Therefore there is no good or evil, but strength and weakness. Whether it is a reason or a rule, it is better than nothing, and most of the rules, even if they are sometimes used by the strong, are actually protecting the weak, so the saint advocates benevolence and righteousness. Isn't that right, Mr. Han?"

The middle-aged Confucian smiled and said that it was very good, and he didn't delve into it anymore, but just waved his hand to ask the young man to leave.

Li Minghui didn't leave, and asked, "Mr. Han, Dong Luzhu...... Over there in the Academy, are you really doing well?"

Mr. Han touched the young man's head and said, "There are bitter leaves, and there are deep roots." Deep is strong, shallow is revealed. Without thorns, it is difficult to see the tree. ”

Li Minghui pondered for a while, bowed and bowed to retire.

Coming out of the gate of Hanfu, he hesitated for a while, but he still went to Nancheng hard.

I didn't see any trace of Pei Wenhu when I entered the courtyard twice, and it is estimated that the eldest young master of the Pei family had something more interesting today, and he didn't come to the Hanfu Academy to practice archery. Originally, I wanted to say goodbye to him directly from the Han Mansion, but if I didn't make this trip now, the eldest young master would probably be very sad when he found out.

The south of the city is more than a deep house.

Even a few of the avenues are well-groomed stone roads, which are completely different from the muddy dirt roads outside Xicheng's own gate that turn into mud and difficult to walk when it rains.

It was easy to be cheeky to inquire about the location of the Pei family, Li Minghui was afraid that he in a coarse cloth shirt would say that he and Pei Wenhu were "friends" and the domestic servant would not believe it, so he had to lie that there was something wrong with Mr. Han's school, and he must meet the eldest young master in person to convey it.

The conscience of heaven and earth, the word "friend" was said by him Pei Wenhu himself, and we didn't admit it!

The porter looked Li Minghui up and down suspiciously for a while, but still asked him to wait from outside the door, and he went to report. After waiting for a while, he came out of the inside, saying that Young Master Pei was not at home recently, and he went to Threshing City with his wife, and he didn't know when he would come back. When the young master comes back, he will specially invite the young master to go to the school and visit Mr. Han.

Li Ming-wai even said no, no, no, in the strange eyes of the porter, turned around and ran away.

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Two days later, after a good night's sleep, Li Ming-wai woke up early before dawn.

Yesterday, the young man first borrowed a ladder from a neighbor's house, repaired the leaky stove and canopy with mud and thatch, went out to deliver a letter to Hanfu, and then went to Beicheng, spent money to buy a lot of things, and went to visit the two old people that Dong Luzhu had specially confessed to himself.

Well, it's close to two taels of silver, and now I'm a little rich man.

Today, the young man made himself the last hearty meal, and he ate all the food left, and then carried the package that was packed last night, the cricket cage sent by the customer, and the peace charm sent by the grandmother-in-law were among them, and then took a look at his yard.

The door, the stove, the clothes pole, the stone table, the old locust.

I don't know when I'll see you again.

Hopefully not next month.

The boy closed the door and locked it.

Strode towards the city gates.

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Outside the city gate, the shopkeeper surnamed Zhao was already waiting in a carriage.

On the carriage, Shopkeeper Zhao explained the ins and outs of Li Minghui in detail.

This Taoist elder master, surnamed Wen, belongs to the same origin and different sects with the snake grass mountain where the shopkeeper is located, and according to the generation, the shopkeeper Zhao also wants to call him a master and uncle. He was unruly, but he was extremely prestigious, and held official positions in the courts of many dynasties and vassal states.

Therefore, whether it is cultivation, knowledge, or the forces behind him, the old man can be called the number one person in the number one row of the eastern part of the continent.

This time, the old man came to visit the mountain god of Mushan Yimai, and he didn't know what his temperament was, and he was going to visit an old friend in the Jiang Chu Dynasty. And the old man has quirks, and sometimes he will suddenly be reluctant to take a flying boat, but set foot in the landscape, play the world, and taste the fireworks under the mountain. At this time, don't leave an entourage by your side, but find a layman under the mountain as a companion to take care of your daily diet and daily life.

Li Ming-ai got such a vacancy.

Shopkeeper Zhao sipped hot tea early in the morning, and rejoiced for the young man: "How is it? I found you a good errand, right?"

The more Li Ming-wai listened, the more bottomless he felt in his heart.

Shopkeeper Zhao said again: "Of course, the old immortal master has a long lifespan, and his temper cannot be speculated by us ordinary people, and some words and deeds that are different from common sense are normal. You'll find out later. ”

Li Minghui said: "Shopkeeper, can I quit now? I figured it out, it's good to be a steward in our inn all my life." ”

Shopkeeper Zhao smiled: "What do you say?"

The young man was silent for a while, and then asked: "Having said that, in fact, it is still a chance more than an empty encounter, but the shopkeeper's suspicion of me is a choice with no way out." Why don't you choose a clever junior from your own family? After all, if you get immortal eyes, it is not an exaggeration to say that you have reached the sky in one step. ”

The smile on the shopkeeper Zhao's face gradually disappeared, sighed, and said, "Every family has a scripture that is difficult to read, you don't understand." ”

The carriage shook for a long time, and finally stopped.

When the two got out of the car, it was next to a small river in the east of the city, and there were clumps of unopened reeds.

The ripe reed is the leaf, and the young reed is the leaf, and the tree is green at this time.

Shopkeeper Zhao said, "Okay, wait from here." So he went to the river to watch the fish.

The teenager said "can you quit" on the car, but he was actually ready to retreat. At this moment, his face was expressionless, and he had calculated countless times in his heart that when the immortal ancestor surnamed Wen descended from the sky, his answer was correct.

Everything is difficult at the beginning, and the first time I see the fairy fate.

After a long time, the shopkeeper Zhao, who was squatting by the river without any image, moved his ears, stood up, and said, "The old gentleman is here." "Look south.

Li Mingwei cheered up and stared at the flowing clouds in the sky.

I thought that there would be an old fairy stepping on his sword to break through the clouds, carrying the light and flowing from the sky.

Unexpectedly, the sound of hooves sounded, and an old man in coarse cloth appeared from the other side of the dirt slope.

Yao Yao beckoned: "Hello, good disciple Sun!"

Shopkeeper Zhao sighed and saluted.

There was no glow, no clouds, if it weren't for the big horned and strong white deer riding under the old man, Li Minghui only felt that he might have recognized the wrong person. It's just that he was stunned and didn't delay the salute, and the young man shouted deeply: "Li Minghui, meet the old fairy." ”

Abandon the past and bet heavily, and the future fairy fate is in this worship.

Greeting each other from afar often seems cordial.

If one of the parties moves too slowly after greeting and has to wait a long time to get close, it will be a little embarrassing after being cordial.

The sound of hooves was getting closer, still getting closer, Li Mingwei bowed deeply, and after waiting for a long time, he didn't hear the old man approaching, so he had to raise his head.

Bailu is actually quite immortal, except that it walks too slowly.

This white deer has a pair of very large horns, the branches are forked, the furry color is very dark, it should be very old, there is a book hanging on the antlers, but the coat color on the body is very clean.

The old man rode on the back of the deer and looked down, he had already walked in front of Li Mingwei, and suddenly glanced at the young man, and said, "Don't look at the road? ”

The boy stiffened, frightened.

Shopkeeper Zhao didn't know why, and leaned forward.

The old man patted the head of the shopkeeper surnamed Zhao: "My apprentice granddaughter-in-law, didn't you bring it with you?"

Shopkeeper Zhao was speechless, and shook his head.

The old man who rode the deer turned around and asked, "My good disciple Sun has told you, let's go all the way to the Jiang Chu Dynasty." It's a long way to go, and you have to endure hardships. ”

Li Mingwei hurriedly replied: "The shopkeeper said it, I'm not afraid of hardship." ”

What is hardship?

The old man looked at it for a while and said, "Okay, it's okay, it's not ashamed." Let's go. ”

The white deer turned back.

The boy was still standing still.

Shopkeeper Zhao slapped Li Mingwei on the back of the head, "Why are you stunned, follow." ”

Li Minghui never expected that this would be regarded as the completion of the meeting, which was different from what he had expected before!

The book on the antlers shook and shook.

Shopkeeper Zhao leaned on the car and watched the two go away.

On the banks of the Qingshui River.

The old man and the young man, the white deer accompanied the green reed.

The coachman, who had always seemed to be non-existent, asked, "This child is interesting, is it a blessing or a curse?"

The shopkeeper said: "Whether it's a blessing or a curse, it's up to him to take it upon himself." ”

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When the shopkeeper surnamed Zhao returned to the city, he first went to Xu Zhiji in the east of the city to line up and buy a mention of osmanthus cake, carefully wrapped it, and put it in his sleeve. Then he didn't go back to the inn, but went straight to an exquisite courtyard in Nancheng.

The courtyard is quiet and beautiful. The furnishings in the courtyard are luxurious, and the furniture and materials are all elegant.

Shopkeeper Zhao walked to the door of the house, paused, pushed the door and walked in.

The sunlight opened with the door and swarmed in.

In front of the closed window sat an old woman, well-dressed and with elaborate makeup, with a hairpin comb full of white hair.

Shopkeeper Zhao helped open the window, took out the pastries that still had the aroma of the oven from his sleeve, and said softly: "Jingshu, I brought you the osmanthus cake from the old store, can you eat a little?"

The old woman spoke, her voice hoarse: "Old lady Wen is gone?"

Shopkeeper Zhao replied: "Let's go." ”

The old woman suddenly said sharply: "You'd rather send someone you don't know to try your luck, and you don't allow me to see the old immortal master, even if it's one side." ”

Shopkeeper Zhao smiled bitterly, "Jingshu, how many times have I said it, if you don't change your life if you prolong your life, it will be empty." ”

The old woman's eyes were resentful, "I don't care, I want to live, I want to live!"

Shopkeeper Zhao untied the pastry oil paper, broke the osmanthus cake into small pieces, and then walked out of the house and closed the door.

The couples of the past, today's white-headed, immortal and immortal, have become enemies.

Inside the house, the old woman cursed hoarsely: "Zhao Langke, you are immortal, and you must not die well!"

Zhao's shopkeeper is independent outside the door.

He took out the teapot, rubbed it and put it down.

The world only envies mandarin ducks, not immortals.

Some people, once they are immortal, will fall into the trap. Knowing that the demons in my heart are hard to get rid of. But even if you don't enter immortality, can you get your wish?

Someone could have broken through the realm earlier, but he couldn't get out of the situation, and now he has missed the opportunity.

It's worth it.

In the courtyard, a big tree, lush.

There are loquat trees in the garden, and my wife and I fell in love with each other when we were young.

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The boy followed the deer.

Since Bailu turned around, the old man has not spoken.

The young man who was scheming by a word didn't dare to speak first.

Along the way, I have already entered the mountain, and the sun is rising.

The old man surnamed Wen suddenly asked: "Young man, do you know what the original meaning of the southern character of Gu Nanchu is?"

The boy only said that he did not know.

Because I really don't know. And I can't tell why the old man suddenly mentioned Gu Nanchu.

The old man said: "Actually, Jiang Chu, who we are going to now, originally belonged to our Guqi realm in ancient times. The country of Southern Chu is far farther and bigger than today's Jiang Chu. It has to be the area of the southern countries today. As for the word nan, in the earliest time, it was actually the meaning of the bell, and the Chu Dynasty had many southern sounds, southern sounds, and the music of hammering bells was also. ”

The young man looked dumbfounded on his face, and he was more and more unsure of what the old man meant.

The old man said: "I don't mean anything, I just thought of this, and I will tell you." In ancient times, the old Qi was cut down in Chu, and it was the Southern Chu that was cut, so there was a saying that 'the wind and horses and cows are not related'. Otherwise, now, Xijing and Jiang Chu are so close, it's like a face-to-face, and they should have fought a long time ago. It's a good thing that young people love to read and read, but don't let your knowledge be ruined. ”

Li Ming'e was so terrified in his heart that he didn't even dare to have any more thoughts.

The old man was speechless all the way, in fact, he was "flipping the book".

The books in this world are the most beautiful. Whenever there is a "book shortage", the old man wants to walk away from the world.

Look at the "vein" of this human heart, the evolution and lineage. When I encounter a story I like, I deliberately look at the follow-up development, and I am not afraid of slowness, and I call it "waiting for more".

When passing by a wide mountain stream, Li Mingwei walked a few steps, the water surface was wide, and it was difficult for people and deer to jump, so he suggested that the old man detour.

This side is far away from Linzi City, and even the teenager has never come.

The old man shook his head, just drove the deer forward slowly, and when the young man exclaimed, the white deer's hooves stepped on the water, and it didn't fall at all. A person and a deer are swaying, treading water is like flat ground, pulling out wisps of beautiful splashes on the surface of the flowing stream.

Li Minghui's amazed eyes were halfway there, and he realized that he was also going to cross the river. gritted his teeth for a long time, so he had to take off his outer robe, leaving only his shorts, rolling up the clothes and packages he had taken off, dragging them up with one hand, and crossing the stream.

The winter water is warm, the autumn water is the coldest, and the young man's frozen teeth tremble, but he does not speak.

The old man on the other side of the stream watched the whole process of the young man's water, and after the young man came ashore, he asked with interest: "Young man, I have a wide back of deer here, why don't you beg me to take you across the stream with a white deer?"

Li Minghui, who was drying his body with his old clothes, was struck by lightning, and said, "This, this is okay?

The old man said seriously, "You didn't ask." ”

The young man remembered the words in Zhao's shopkeeper's car before leaving, and shut up. Worried that the old man would see through what he was saying, he didn't even dare to scold people secretly.

The old man looked around and said, "Okay, the scenery here is good, I'll take a rest from here, blow the hole flute, and you can relax your body." ”

Turning over and getting off the deer, I don't know when there is really a long purple bamboo in my hand, which is warm and beautiful in the sun.

The old man remembered something, and then instructed: "On the road in the future, I may disappear often, but you can go as you want." Don't worry, I'll always find you. ”

This section of the stream is extremely wide, and the current seems to be gentle, but in fact the underwater turbulence is rapid. There is a small island near the north shore not far downstream, and there is a puddle of water on the continent, and the depression is full of Wuling, and the dark green leaves reflect the sun, reflecting a bright purple, and the old man insists on leaving, and it is also that vicinity.

Li Minghui knows where this is, southeast of Linzi City, there is a place called Ziling Mountain, there are wild Wuling all year round, undefeated all year round, it should be here.

The old man sat on a big stone and began to play the dong flute, the sound was far away, there was no special high and low tone, rich in ancient rhyme.

The old man would stop playing the flute halfway through, and sing in harmony with his own flute song, the strange thing is that even if he stopped playing, the wisp of flute sound still lingered in the mountain stream, as if the wind was flowing. The old man sang:

"Qingxiao rode a white deer and went straight to Tianmen Mountain.

The mountains are full of feathers, and the square pupils have a good face.

He wanted to speak, but he covered the clouds.

Occasionally, a young child, a green-haired twin clouds—"

The song is called Zilingzhou.

On the boulder, the white clothes are covered with white hair, and the withered lips are tied to the purple bamboo.

Even Li Minghui felt that the old man was crazy, and he couldn't help but admire at this moment, this scene was too fairy.

The old deer beside him snorted, Li Mingwei tilted his head, and found that the old deer couldn't take his eyes off it, and he was fascinated by it.

Li Mingwei remembered the picture of the white deer treading water just now, I don't know if it was the old man surnamed Wen who was magical, or if this white deer was supernatural?

The boy reached out and tried to caress the back of the tall white deer.

Bai Lu didn't squint, and said, "If you dare to touch it, break your hand." ”

The boy was dumbfounded.

(7450 words.) The first chapter of the new year.

I originally wanted to have a more 4,000 chapters, but it turned out to be written, and the number of words was overrun, so I went.

Sometimes it really can't be arbitrarily out of context, and it's not appropriate. If you are willing to divide the chapters, Slow Mountains and Rivers is at least forty chapters now, right? Of course, this is not something to be proud of.

In the next few chapters, I will begin to systematically introduce the practice system of the slow mountains and rivers that I have been avoiding and some strange worldviews, in fact, I have thought about it for a long time, but there must always be a suitable opportunity to introduce it uniformly. I don't want to force the reader to force them to the front in order to make it clear, this kind of thing that destroys the structure of the plot will do more harm than good.

In addition, I hope that everyone will come to read vertically and horizontally, which is also free, but you can talk from the book circle.

And, at the beginning of the month, I want to be cheeky and ask about the monthly pass, so that I can stay on the monthly pass list for a while. Last month, an enthusiastic book friend sent a monthly pass red envelope at the end of the month, and I am very grateful for everyone's support, but everyone was shy at that time, and I couldn't even get it myself.

The plot line is about to unfold, and the fun little stories will come one after another.

Again, Happy New Year's Day. )