On the shore of the sea, under the top of the clouds, it is called Cangyun Mountain by name, Cangyun Mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist all year round, and it is difficult for outsiders to see its true face.

On the ridge of the bright moon canal, sit down the Songxi Pavilion.

A group of guests, Gu Qingyan covered up his true face and changed his appearance. In the mountains, carry the dust to Cangyun Mountain.

All the way up to the wind, just to climb the Cangyun Temple, and worship the Lingfeng Dao Chang as a teacher.

"Donor, Senior Uncle Ling Feng, is not in the watch at this time. Gu Qingyan came to the Nameless Gate, and the sweeping little Taoist priest patiently explained.

Because of the long journey and hearing that Ling Fengdao was not there, Gu Qingyan felt a sense of loneliness in his heart.

"Thank you, little master, for telling me. ”

The robes and hats were not taken off, and the old flute on Gu Qingyan's waist made a dull sound along the winding mountain road.

Clothes to avoid the cold, hats to avoid the rain.

The people Gu Qingyan wanted to avoid were just all living beings in the red dust.

Halfway up the mountain, the sky was sprinkled with a melancholy drizzle. Looking from afar, like a lady looking at the clouds through the screen, Cangyun Mountain is foggy again, and it is hazy.

The refreshing rosin, the faint fragrance of plants and trees, and the earth, made Gu Qingyan suddenly stop and look.

Ling Feng Dao is long, in the troubled times into the red dust, flourishing and hidden clouds.

Gu Qingyan thought: Daoist Ling Feng also loves the beautiful scenery of Cangyun Mountain, so he will choose to choose a leisurely place to cultivate in the mountains.

There is a lot of silt on the mountain road, and the stone slabs paved with bluestone are the footprints left by Gu Qingyan when he went up the mountain just now.

On the side of the road, there is a cloud grass unique to Cangyun Mountain, and I wet my shoes when I raise my feet slightly.

When he arrived at the Songxi Pavilion, Gu Qingyan stepped into the pavilion.

I saw a young man in white sitting in the pavilion, holding a sword in his hand, hurriedly dusting the dew from his body.

Next to him, there was a pot of wine, Gu Qingyan remembered that it was a restaurant under Cangyun Mountain, and the best wine sold in his house was Zhuyeqing.

"This brother, you also came to Cangyun Mountain to apprentice?"

"Hmm. "When she goes out, Gu Qingyan can't save face on others. I found a corner, and planned to rest for a while and then go down the mountain.

"What a coincidence! I also came to learn art, and my father asked me to come to Ling Feng Daoist and worship him as a teacher. The boy seemed happy that someone had finally spoken to him.

Ling Feng Dao is long, and the immortal method is too deep to be studied. It is said that since the death of the first head of the Cangyun Mountain Temple, he has been in charge of the view.

"Brother Tai is here to learn art, why did he come down from the mountain?" The young man was surprised by Gu Qingyan's actions, but he didn't dare to step forward to ask.

Gu Qingyan lightly covered his hat, covered half of his face, and was silent through the light veil.

The young man was stunned, picked up the pot of bamboo leaf green, and handed it to Gu Qingyan.

"Zhu Yeqing, brother, I want a drink. The young man was warmly invited, but Gu Qingyan didn't know what the wine tasted like, so he didn't raise his hand to take the young man's wine.

"This wine is mellow in the mouth, not like other wines that rush to the throat, and there is a lingering aroma after it is shallow. Seeing that Gu Qingyan didn't answer, the young man smiled and introduced Zhu Yeqing.

Just like the spring breeze in March, it is now past the early autumn season.

Under the hat, Gu Qingyan stretched out his hand and took the cup of bamboo leaf green, he hadn't tasted wine for a long time, I don't know what it tasted like?

The young man was not surprised to see that Gu Qingyan's hands were covered with scars. Instead, he asked, "How?"

"Hmm. ”

Gu Qingyan drank a glass of wine, even though his heart was cold now, he gradually felt warm.

The young man seemed very happy to get Gu Qingyan's affirmation, picked up the wine jug and poured another glass for Gu Qingyan, and he drank half of the jug.

The drizzle outside the pavilion continues, and the wine in the pavilion is fragrant.