(1) Moon worship festival

"Thousands of miles away, the people of Li can get this bright moon to send affection. ”

Since ancient times, this legend has the word yin and yang, and the cycle of yin and yang can continue, and yang represents the sun that shines on all things.

And this yin refers to the clear moonlight of this night.

Since the founding of the Liang State, large-scale sacrificial activities have been held every year on the night of the full moon to celebrate the arrival of the festival.

The Imperial City is lit up to celebrate the arrival of the festival, and many people travel thousands of miles, from Lizhou to Yunzhou, and people from all over the world rush to the Imperial City in advance.

On the lonely mountain, there are also rare lanterns hung, and the scholars like this festival with a strong historical atmosphere.

This year, too, Gushan has hung the new lanterns on the few welcome pines around the door.

The lantern made of pulp was made by the fifth uncle, and the welcome pine outside the door was planted in the year when the fifth uncle was born.

"Yo, Xiao Yaoyao got up so early today, the cake is still in the pot, I don't have to eat it!"

A ten-year-old boy pushed open the wooden door of the room, and the creaking and writhing sound ushered in another moon worship morning.

(2) Early in the morning

Gushan School, the current university scholar surnamed Luo, has no children and no daughters in his life, adopted an abandoned baby ten years ago, named Yao, Yu Pei records, he was born on the Moon Festival.

With the same moon as the moon, the jade pendant is in the shape of a token, depicting a full moon.

The moon table, which represents the hour, is hanging in the middle of the warehouse, and the twelve hours correspond to the December tide chart, which is exquisitely beautiful.

This is from the hands of the second master, and outsiders can't learn it.

"Second uncle, what is delicious today?" The first thing the young man did when he got up was to run to the kitchen.

Smoke rises to announce the beginning of the festival.

The young boy could not change his gluttony, and the boy surrounded the chubby second master in the kitchen, looking for a small snack that had not yet been served on the table, and the crispy cakes were his favorite.

"His second uncle, it's not yet time to eat, and you're used to him again!" came a reproachful voice outside the door.

In Gushan's generation, there are ten scholars of Luo University, and there are 300 people in the lower door, all of whom are capable people.

Outsiders only know that the Lonely Mountain School has a profound heritage, but all the bachelors who enter the world are extraordinary.

But few know about their other abilities.

Piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry, hops, and tea are the eight arts in the world, and there are a little more in the school.

Carving, forging, healing, and scheming are all included, and the lonely mountain stands on the border of the Liang State.

At the beginning of each year, Gushan will be tested, and those who pass will be admitted to the school and become the current fourth-generation bachelors.

There is only one in the third generation, and that is this ten-year-old boy.

The preference is visible to everyone, and his uncles and uncles don't care, and directly lists Luo Yao's name as a third-generation bachelor on the family tree.

Ten uncles, three hundred uncles, will be a skill, although he is only ten years old, but all kinds of skills have been added to the body.

"Lu Yao, my good grandson, come over here. "Sixty years old, white-haired and white-haired in a gray robe, he opened his arms and picked up the running teenager high.

"Grandson, grandpa taught you the book, but have you finished memorizing it?"

"It's not so difficult to memorize, it's already done. "The boy stayed up all night so that he could play early today.

"It's really talented, talented!" came a hearty laugh from outside the gate, and the boy knew that it was the celebratory person who had arrived.

(3) Noon

In every state, there are out-of-town campuses that send people back every holiday.

Hearing this laughter, he knew that it was the master of the martial hall who had arrived.

"Brother Nanmen, don't come here unharmed, haven't you been here for some days, please come in quickly. ”

The red-faced old man has big shoulders and a round waist, and his protruding temples tell others that he is a master of internal strength.

The internal power is divided into ten layers of the day after tomorrow, and the south gate is to reach the ninth layer.

He intersected with Master Luo's peers, and he thought about teaching the boy martial arts, especially the sword.

"Luo boy, look at my trick to open the gate of heaven in one go!" Nanmen pointed his fingers together and condensed his internal force, poking towards the young man.

The young man reflexively lowered his waist, easily dodged the sword finger, and the invisible sword qi fell on the thick bark trunk of the old tree behind him, embedded in the inch.

The boy raised his hand and put his hands together in the same way, making a counterattack.

An old man and a young man started to work in the courtyard, although there were no weapons, but they also fought very well.

The sword qi surrounded vertically and horizontally, and several masters and uncles who hit directly complained bitterly.

The stone benches, stone tables, old trees and new flowers in this courtyard were all messy and destroyed by the two.

Every time the south gate is displaced here, the courtyard has to be renovated.

At noon, the sparse visitors outside the door enter and exit the school, and hold a feast in the backyard.

"Young Master Luo was born extraordinary, and today I can see that it is really as my brother said, especially if it is true. "The friends of the teachers and uncles have their eyes on the young man.

In their generation, there are very few children, or because they are all idle clouds and wild cranes living in the mountains.

Luo Yao has become their beloved grandchild, and taking advantage of the fact that the Moon Worship Festival is his birthday, he naturally has to give all kinds of strange gifts.

"This short sword will be given to you for self-defense. From the burden around him, Nanmen took out a short sword, a black wood scabbard, the length of which was just right for a ten-year-old boy.

The scabbard of the dagger is engraved with the word "fish belly", which was made by a one-armed craftsman, and the smith who once shone for a while, after his right arm was cut off for offending the enemy, he never wielded the hammer again.

"I don't want to practice martial arts, so it's useless to send me. Luo Yao went to the short sword, drew half an inch, and his eyes were illuminated by the reflection.

"The world is unpredictable, practice martial arts to defend yourself, if you use it in the future, you also have a weapon at hand. ”

(4) Night

The moon viewing begins when the red sun sets in the evening and sinks past the horizon.

When the moon rises, melons, fruits, and tea are placed in the courtyard, and several uncles who have never traveled far will enjoy the moon together.

Such a stable scene is quite common in this peaceful and prosperous world, today and tonight, how many reunited families are looking at the starry night sky, maybe people's emotions can really be transmitted through it.

"In a few years, my good grandson won't be able to enjoy the moon together. ”

"yes, it's almost time. ”

The youngest tenth master, who is proficient in occult algorithms, once calculated a hexagram when Luo Yao was a baby.

The hexagram shows that the celestial phenomena change drastically, and unexpected things will befall him.

In the rivers and lakes of martial arts, there have always been rumors that when you break through the ten-layer realm, you will become an immortal and cultivate the body of an immortal.

"I said old red face, when will you break through the last obstacle? Don't tell me you don't have the ability, you just don't want to. The Tenth Master teased towards the south gate.

Thirty years ago, Nanmen had cultivated to the ninth layer, and although the last step was difficult, it didn't mean that it was impossible.

"With the name of this Tianmen swordsman in my body, I am also happy to be at ease, and I am not uncommon to become an immortal. The red-faced old man filled his wine glass, patted his thigh and said.

The legend of the immortal cultivator has been spread in the rivers and lakes for a long time, and the day after tomorrow is ten layers, and he will ascend to the sky in one step.

"After all, you still don't look like a Jianghu person, that's what a temptation to become an immortal. ”

"It's not that I haven't been in contact with it, where is it so simple to become an immortal, their requirements are weird. ”

The old man drank half of the wine in the cup as he spoke, and the red wine reflected the full moon in the sky, and the moonlight was as clear as wine.

"When will we also see and understand, where is the immortal family?"

Several uncles were drinking happily, talking mostly about some absurd and bizarre strange things, all of which Luo Yao had never heard.

Fortunately, in the school, strange things are seen every day, and it is not surprising to come, to become an immortal, I never thought that I would be a bachelor in the future, and I would stop eating if I could mix and eat.

Write some brochures to those simple-minded people in the rivers and lakes, you can stir up the world, like the old man, although he doesn't know martial arts, but everyone respects him.

"Luo Yao, you can't be like me, an old bone who has no heart, if you have the chance, you have to follow Grandpa Nanmen to practice martial arts and defend yourself, and go out of the mountains to see the world. ”

"I don't go, it's not like I can't see this world on the mountain, there are disciples of the martial arts hall guarding me, and I don't have to practice martial arts. ”

"You have to be obedient, you are ten years old this year, you can take a font size. The old man stroked his beard and looked up at the bright night sky.

At the age of ten, people who are literate will choose a name for their children to replace their honorific titles.

"I'm old, and I'm going to pass it on to you when I see this thousands of miles away and full of mountains and rivers. ”

Looking at the courtyard again, although it is a little dilapidated, the bright moon, melons and fruits, wine, relatives, and clear tears flowed from the young man's cheeks, although he did not cry in grief.

I, Luo Yao, the word mountains and rivers, the same time as the moon, today is full moon, and I am ten years old this year.