In the early morning of the capital of Daliang, the light rain gradually became urgent, falling like a light veil, full of cold, the people in the house were wrapped in thick quilts, even if the warm spring was coming, it was still cold here.

A bay of green water like a green Luo jade belt around the girder capital, yellow glazed tiles inlaid with green trimming, sandalwood carved phoenix in the eaves to fly.

On the avenue of the Imperial City of Daliang, a luxurious carriage came slowly, and the horse's hooves stepped on the road paved with white jade, leaving a series of crisp sounds.

In the carriage was a young girl, pale white palace dress, the skirt shimmered like snow and moonlight, flowing and tilting to the ground, three thousand green silk was pulled up and drooping, the forehead was decorated with a small delicate red gem, and the red fridoor looming on her cheeks was as delicate and lovely as petals.

"Sister Luo Yu, do I really want to wear it like this?" The girl lowered her head and pulled the hem of her skirt, she was used to wearing Taoist clothes, she always felt a little awkward, raised her head and looked at the woman opposite who was also wearing palace clothes, and said dissatisfied.

"Yes, it is a must. The woman chuckled, stretched out her hand and gently tapped the girl's forehead: "Don't complain, I finally went down the mountain once, but the result was that I didn't see anyone for more than half a month. ”

The girl pursed her lips and gently lifted the curtain, as if thinking of someone, and a chuckle unconsciously hung on the corner of her mouth.

I don't know if that guy is going to drink secretly.

The cold wind broke into the house wrapped in rain, Chen Anzhi sneezed for no reason, gently touched the tip of his nose, looked into the distance thoughtfully, let out a sigh, held an oil-paper umbrella, pushed open the door of the house, and walked out.

There is a fortune-telling stall in the ruler lane of the capital city of Daliang, and he is an old Taoist priest wearing an old Taoist robe and gray hair.

"People are too smart to deceive nowadays. He stroked his beard and stared at the old bamboo sticks on the table.

Although he sighed, there was no trace of melancholy on his face.

Chen Anzhi walked out of the inn with an umbrella, walked through the bluestone street, walked into the ruler alley, stopped in front of the fortune-telling stall, saw the old man lying on the desk, stretched out his finger and tapped it gently.

The old Taoist priest remained motionless, and even made a slight snoring sound.

Chen Anzhi's hand lightly rested on the hilt of the sword, and he didn't move, just stood like this.

"Come on, you're a great immortal. The old Taoist priest couldn't hold it back, and hurriedly sat up and said, "Don't draw your sword, I'm afraid that your sword will destroy this small world." ”

Chen Anzhi let go of the hilt of the sword and smiled, "Then what if I take out the sword?"

The old Taoist priest stroked his beard and shook his head, "If you take out the sword, I am not too afraid, I couldn't catch your sword three thousand years ago, and I can't do it three thousand years later, but I took your sword a few times three thousand years ago." ”

Chen Anzhi shook his head and said, "The foundation of the Great Dao is shattered now, and you can crush me with a single finger." ”

Without waiting for the old Taoist priest to answer, Chen Anzhi continued: "Who survived three thousand years ago?"

The old Taoist priest wanted to speak and stopped, and finally raised his finger and pointed to the sky, "It's too high to see." ”

"Then I want you to help me do a trigram. ”

"I can't count your hexagrams. ”

Chen Anzhi narrowed his eyes, "Three thousand years ago, who attacked me?"

The old Taoist priest shook his head.

Chen Anzhi was thoughtful, his long eyebrows like swords, frowned slightly, and asked, "Where is Mu Chun?"

"It's useless. The old Taoist priest persuaded.

"Where is Mu Chun?" Chen Anyi raised his eyebrows and leaned forward.

The old Taoist priest thought for a moment, and finally sighed and said, "It's still there, but something seems to have gone wrong." ”

Chen Anzhi nodded, reached out to the bamboo tube, took one out of the tube and threw it to the old Taoist, but he didn't look at what was written on the stick.

"Ho..." The old Taoist priest grabbed the bamboo stick in the air, suddenly stopped, and changed his words: "The little guy must have his intentions to rebuild the Yuanshan Sect. ”

Chen Anzhi was about to say something, but suddenly chuckled with relief, and sighed in a subtle voice that almost only he could hear: "That's it." ”

There seemed to be silence between heaven and earth, and in the silence that almost disappeared, a noisy sound quietly sounded, it was the sound of something falling from the sky, the rain mixed with the breeze falling and smashing on the roof, the bluestone pavement and his oil-paper umbrella.

Chen Anzhi slowly raised his head, saw that his gaze fell into the distance, gently shook the water droplets on the umbrella, and moved in the noisy silence, the rain parted as he walked, slid down the oil-paper umbrella, fell to the ground, and closed behind him.

The old Taoist priest looked into the distance, from high to low, from far to near, and finally fell on the bamboo stick in his hand, he gently broke the empty bamboo stick, squeezed out a smile, shook his head and said: "The sign is empty, I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse." ”

"Count, count. The old Taoist priest shrugged his shoulders, threw the broken bamboo stick on the table, and put his hands in his sleeves and read leisurely.

The wind blew, and the dilapidated flag arched in an arc, with seven big characters written on it: "Lotte knows his fate, so he is not worried." ”

The rain stopped, and the sun was shining, holding the landscape of water.

A stream of water meandering, rippling water, the reflection of the mountains and mountains, the grass and trees on both sides of the bank withered, perhaps the locust tree surrounded by the bamboo forest is a little strange, these ancient bamboos are more and more lush.

Now it is the cold winter wax moon, it is said that the locust flowers bloom in July under the mountain, but the old locust tree blooms snow-white locust flowers all the year round, whether it is a cold winter, a warm spring, the verdant trees are swaying in the breeze, and the snowflakes are white.

Chen Anzhi stood with his hands in his hands, standing in the snow, staring at the top of the tree.

He was silent for a long time, and the confusion on his face gradually converged, and said, "Mu Chun?"

It was very quiet, and the breeze blew into the dense foliage, and there was a slight rustling sound.

Chen Anzhi stood still for a long time, and finally smiled helplessly: "What is the little guy thinking?"

The old locust tree is silent.

Maybe there were too many things to do, or maybe it was to avoid something, Chen Anzhi reached out and touched the wine gourd on his waist, raised his arm, and poured white water.

"It seems that we still have to go to the Far Mountain Sect. ”

Chen Anzhi narrowed his eyes, and a glimmer of light flashed in his narrow eyes.

"I want to see why you have to rebuild the mountain gate that was destroyed 5,000 years ago. ”