The sun is falling in the west, the red glow is all over the sky, and Cang Geng is crying.

In the mountains, the twilight is sinking and the valley is dark and deep.

On top of a mountain peak, there is a faint smoke that curls away. In the afterglow of the falling sunset, a small figure appeared in a dilapidated courtyard.

"Master...... Dinner......"

A teenager walked happily through the courtyard. He was dressed in a gray robe, his sleeves were rolled up high, and he was holding a pot of rice in both hands. He stepped over the foot-high threshold and ran into a large, dilapidated room.

There are three mottled and simple characters looming on the lintel: Xuanyuan Temple.

An old Taoist priest came out of the house, with a clear face, gray hair tied in a bun, and three locks of long beard under his chin.

"Master, try the white rice cooked by the disciple, it's very fragrant!"

The young man's eyebrows were smart, and there was a hint of naughtiness in his expression.

The old Taoist priest's eyebrows twitched, and his eyes were full of a kind smile. He chuckled and said, "Delicacies from the mountains and seas, coarse tea and light rice, can be eaten by teachers." Only the rice cooked by Xiao Yi himself is an indispensable delicacy for the teacher every day!"

The boy called Xiaoyi smiled when he heard this. He took out two clay bowls from his arms, put the rice on them, and then took out two pairs of bamboo chopsticks from behind his waist.

The master and apprentice sat on the ground, and the faint aroma of rice slowly dispersed.

Looking at Xiao Yi, who was gobbling up, the master put down the dishes and chopsticks in his hand, and said with a smile: "The people, the five grains are for nourishment." And those of us who are cultivators should not eat grains, but eat and drink dew. You must know that there are all kinds of diseases in the five grains! Xiaoyi, why don't you chew and swallow slowly? Don't choke......

The amount of food that Master eats is very small, not so much to accompany Master to eat, but to accompany the old man to talk for a while. In this regard, Xiao Yi has long been accustomed to it, he laughed "hee", licked the rice at the corner of his lower lip, and smacked it in his mouth.

After another bite of rice, the little one tilted his head, and said with a sly smile in his eyes: "Master! From the disciple's point of view, this white rice should be eaten more!"

After hearing this, the old Taoist priest sighed, held his long beard in his hand and pondered slightly, and suddenly laughed and scolded: "You stinky boy, you know two things but say one thing, take it out of context......" He immediately looked straight, and his tone was not without fascination, and he sighed: "The ancients are also clouds, those who eat qi are gods and live long, and those who don't eat can be expected!"

"Master, it seems that the disciple is still good at eating meat, and if he is a brave man, he can also do that chivalrous act. "Xiao Yiyi, hey, hey, split the conversation.

I don't know why something stirred my mind, the old Taoist priest didn't care about Xiao Yi's words, but ordered: "Xiao Yi, bring the gourd for the teacher, and the one from last time...... Pickled soybeans given by Lao Lu. ”

"Hmm......" Xiao Yi sighed, put down his rice bowl, and ran out. After a while, he came back with a small gourd and a crockpot.

"Hmm...... Give me the gourd, and put the pickled soybeans on the ground......"

The old Taoist priest took the wine gourd, raised his head and took a sip, sighed lightly with a deep taste, and reached into the crockpot with bamboo chopsticks, grabbed a soybean and threw it into his mouth, Meimei chewed it, and the beard on his chin trembled.

While eating, while looking at the master's self-satisfied appearance, Xiao Yi couldn't help but laugh out loud again. The old Taoist priest didn't realize it, and took another sip of wine to himself.

Xiao Yi ate white rice with pickled soybeans, and after a while, the pottery bowl reached the bottom. He filled a bowl of rice again, looked at the master still intoxicated between the wine gourd and the pickled soybeans, and said, "Master, you can drink some of it, don't get drunk again for a while!"

"Oh...... It doesn't matter!"

The old Taoist priest responded in his mouth and snorted lightly.

Slightly drunk, the old Taoist's eyes became fluttering.

Xiao Yi took a bite of food and asked casually, "Master, what is the Great Dao you have always said?"

"Hehe......"

The old Taoist priest laughed meaningfully. I don't know if it's because of the long flavor of the wine, or because of the strong flavor of soybeans. He held his long beard in his hand and replied quietly, "The way of heaven is not a thing...... The way of heaven is a thing...... Nor is it ...... Ahem!"

Xu was choked by the wine, perhaps a little confused. The old Taoist priest coughed lightly and shook his head, his eyes turned to the door in a bit of confusion, but he couldn't see anything clearly. Is it a pair of cloudy eyes clouded by clouds, or is it the shadow of the mountains in the twilight in the distance?

Maybe it's because of old age and decay, and there is more emotion. After sighing for a while, the old Taoist priest smiled bitterly and said: "What is the way of heaven, I have been searching for the teacher for 70 years, but I have never had the opportunity to peek into the way.......!

Xiao Yi picked up the bowl, put away his laughing expression, rolled his eyes, and said with a little caution: "Master, you drink too much old again?"

The old Taoist priest looked at the thin and slightly delicate disciple, and was quite pleased, and suddenly he was stunned again, and scolded with a smile: "You stinky boy, where did you drink too much for the teacher, but ...... Wine is not intoxicating, people are drunk!"

Xiao Yi saw that his master's mood was improving, and took the opportunity to quip: "Master's Taoism is very powerful, and in the future, Xiao Yi will be like your old man's divine martial arts, Master...... The patriarch shouldn't blame......" he said, his eyes sneaking a glance.

How can the disciple's mind be hidden from the master? The old Taoist priest smiled nonchalantly: "You stinky boy is just a trick in your mouth!" he said, he raised his head and took another sip of wine.

"I have been drinking it for decades, and it is still the same as the original taste, mellow and thick, and it is not bitter and vigorous...... The wine is still this wine, but as a teacher, it is getting older day by day......"

The old Taoist priest's tone changed, and he said with relief in his words: "However, Xiao Yi is growing up day by day, hehe!"

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The evening mountain breeze slowly swept over the mountain peaks and passed through the dilapidated main hall of Xuanyuan Temple.

The tall statue on the main hall that has been unable to distinguish its eyebrows is as quiet as it has been for thousands of years. The broken drapery on both sides fluttered slowly in the wind.

In front of the hall, the old Taoist priest was lying on the futon, snoring beautifully.

A small figure was busy in the thick twilight.

After covering the master with a layer of single clothes and packing up the simple eating utensils, Xiao Yi slowly withdrew from the main hall of Xuanyuan Temple.

Walking through the small courtyard, he came to the outside of the broken courtyard wall of Xuanyuan Temple. A flat lying cow stone is a place where Xiao Yi likes to stay every day.

Swept the robe, and climbed the Lying Cow Stone with his hands and feet at the height of his shoulders.

With his head resting on his arms and his legs crossed, Xiao Yi lay down quietly.

It's May. Xi and a hint of wild mountain wind, blowing on the body, face, very comfortable.

A bright moon hung in the sky, and the moonlight and mercury poured on the mountain. Under the dissolving moonlight, the Xuanyuan view is solemn and desolate. In the distance, the shadows of the mountains near and far are full of shadows.

Here, it is the Qianli Taiping Mountain Range where the Xuanyuan Temple is located.

On the lying cow stone, Xiao Yi likes to lie like this. Looking at the boundless sky, listening to the insects and beasts that seem to be in the mountains. Every time at this time, his dark eyes will appear more and more agile, and his little face will overflow with a trace of tranquility and indifference that does not match his age.

Since he can remember, Xiao Yi has followed his current master. Master's Taoist name Qingyun, I haven't heard of the common name, and Qingyun Daoist said that he forgot it.

I'm afraid the master doesn't want to mention it!

I heard Master say that the Xuanyuan Temple was founded by Xuanyuan Zhenren, and more than 1,000 years have passed.

Xuanyuan Zhenren has been successful in cultivating all his life. It is rumored that he has the ability to go to heaven and earth, call the wind and rain, and is an immortal that everyone looks up to. When Xuanyuan was in the heyday, there were many disciples, and it was a place of pilgrimage for the Chinese people.

When he was more than two hundred years old, Xuanyuan Zhenren soared day by day. At that time, the grand scene was unprecedented, and there was a sensation. The descendants of Xuanyuan Zhenren molded Xuanyuan's true body in Xuanyuan and offered incense to the continuation of the Taoist system.

And I don't know why, after the Xuanyuan real person soared, no one in the Xuanyuan view became an immortal, and its incense was gradually scattered, and the people had to make a living everywhere.

The Xuanyuan Temple, which was once lively and noisy, is finally as crowded as it is now. Cultivating immortals and attaining the Tao has also become a distant legend.

Master Qingyun Dao Chang is the twenty-generation master of Xuanyuan Temple. Xiao Yi became the only twenty-generation disciple of Xuanyuan Temple. Qingyun Dao Chang once said that Xiao Yi is the head disciple, that is, the best candidate for the next Guan Master. As a result, the task of reviving the past glory of Xuanyuan Temple fell on the thirteen-year-old Xiaoyi.

Thinking of this, Xiao Yi couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth.

He doesn't care what the head of the family is! As for becoming an immortal, he is the same as ordinary people, and he knows more about immortals, but it comes from teahouse scripts and legends in the countryside.

In my imagination, there should be gods in the sky. But he knew in his heart that he had never seen immortals, so naturally he would not really believe in those legends.

Now that the master has practiced for dozens of spring and autumn periods, in addition to the secular martial arts and Qihuang techniques recognized by Xiaoyi, he thinks that the old man is still far from becoming an immortal.

Wouldn't it be nice to have Master by your side every day, to have enough to eat, and to learn Master's skills?

I heard from the master that his junior was picked up from the road.

When the head of Qingyun Dao traveled all over the world, the pursuit of the Heavenly Dao was unsuccessful, and on the way back to Xuanyuan Temple, he met villagers who were plagued by mountain bandits. A couple of mountain people who were seriously injured and dying entrusted their little one, who was more than one year old, to him, a kind-hearted Taoist.

Qingyun Dao Chang also remembered that there was no successor to Xuanyuan Temple, so he adopted this poor child.

For more than ten years, the old Taoist priest was also hardworking, and finally raised the orphan.

Therefore, Qingyun Dao Chang is like his parents for Xiao Yi, and he is recreated!

When the primary one reached the age of five or six, the Qingyun Daoist taught the Xuanyuan Temple carefully.

It's a pity that the twilight of the year is lacking, even if Qingyun Dao has cultivated all his life, his body is not as good as before, and the master and apprentice have no way to make money, and life is becoming more and more embarrassing.

In desperation, the old Taoist priest had to often take Xiao Xiaoshan down. The master and apprentice did some work to ward off evil spirits in nearby towns and counties, in order to obtain some meager offerings. In addition, it is to treat the injuries and diseases of the nearby mountain people, and you can also get some rice and salt mountain goods.

The days are hard, but for the young Xiaoyi, they are also leisurely.

The millennium years of Xuanyuan Temple are slowly passing in the days as light as water.

The peak where Xuanyuan Temple is located is called the peak of the immortals, which is more than 100 zhang high, and is one of the eighteen peaks of the Taiping Mountains.

The fairy peak mountain is steep, and the east, west, and north sides of the mountain peak are knife-like cliffs. To the south is a way down the mountain, which is a stone staircase carved out of the ridge. The staircase, about three feet wide, connects the top and bottom of the mountain like a long snake.

There is a radius of 20 zhang on the top of the mountain, and there is the main hall of Xuanyuan Temple, and more than a dozen partial rooms, but it has been in disrepair for a long time, and it has become the situation now.

In addition to the main hall, there are two or three side rooms, which are where the master and apprentice cook and sleep.

There is a stone archway at the foot of the mountain, which is the mountain gate of the original Xuanyuan Temple.

There are also some ruins near the mountain gate, which seem to bear witness to everything that once existed here......