In the Panlong Mountains of the Eastern State, the old Taoist priest Zhang Yunshe was fighting with a crimson snake in an extremely deep Grand Canyon. He is close to the age of flowers, his beard is gray, his face is thin, his demeanor is gentle, he is dressed in a cyan robe, and his feet are plain cloth shoes.

The crimson serpent in front of him was several feet long, with a waist as big as a barrel, covered in red scales, bright and red eyes, a scalp that was towering like horns, and a mouth that spat red letters, spraying bloody mist.

The old Taoist priest smelled the strong fishy smell, frowned and thought: This giant snake is extremely poisonous, hiding in this deep valley, nourished by heaven and earth, I don't know how many birds and beasts have been swallowed, and how long it has taken to grow into such a huge body, its body of poison, blood, gall and even flesh are all treasures, not only can be refined poison, flesh and blood can also increase strength, if it is encountered by the evil devil, it will be hunted and killed.

With his current cultivation, he didn't care about this kind of poison at all, and he didn't want to fight with this big snake originally, but he saw that it was hunting a litter of foxes, and the only remaining snow-white young fox was whining and wailing. Judging from the color, the only remaining young fox is snow-white, without any variegation, it is an extremely rare white fox species, not to mention that it has never been seen in this area, and it is rare to see it in the place where he has been in his life.

"White Fox, the king is benevolent and wise. This should be an auspicious sign. The old Taoist priest thought to himself.

He looked around, and saw that the thorns and weeds on the ground were crooked, stained with blood and scattered with many white hairs, and it was obvious that the battle had been fierce. The serpent was unscathed, still on its toes at the moment, declaring itself to be the lord of this valley, and it was the victor in the battle. It has a bulging belly and is supposed to have devoured several foxes. The only remaining little fox cub was still screaming, and the sound echoed in the canyon, very desolate.

The old Taoist priest really couldn't bear it, so he had to come to the rescue. He did not approach the serpent, but grabbed a handful of loose mud and stones from the ground, and swooped several shots directly at the snake's head. The big snake was in pain, left the little young fox, spit out the red letter, opened its bloody mouth, and turned to the old Taoist priest to bite him, although he was big and long, but his movements were very fast.

What kind of character is the old Taoist priest, he doesn't pay any attention to the attack of the big snake. I saw that his body twisted, and his body drifted a few feet to the right, avoiding the attack of the big snake and the bloody heat that spewed out. He knew that this bloody mist was highly poisonous, and ordinary birds and beasts were dizzy when they heard it, so he kept his distance.

The serpent launched several more attacks in succession, but each time he missed, he paused his attack, held his head high, and waited for the right time.

The old Taoist priest pinched the mud and stone in his hand, and hit the big snake seven inches in a row, hitting every hundred shots. The big snake was in pain, and it bit at the old Taoist priest like crazy, and its movements were faster and more ruthless than before. The old Taoist priest traveled around with light skills, always keeping a few feet away from the big snake, and the stone particles in his hand were fired non-stop, all hitting the big snake seven inches. The snake became more and more painful, and could not attack people, so it turned and ran into the bushes and disappeared.

The old Taoist priest did not kill or chase after it, but let it escape. The young fox was no longer alarmed, and crawled to his feet, looking at him with dark and watery eyes, and screaming, as if to speak. Seeing its pitiful appearance, he shook his head helplessly, gently grabbed it and put it into the wide-sleeved robe, and continued on his way.

He was very light, leaping and leaping, rushing and soaring, and in half an hour he came out of the damp and cold deep mountains and valleys and came to the edge of the mountains and mountains. At this moment, he slowed down and walked on the mountain road, thoughtful.

At that time, it happened to be the April day in the world, the spring sun was warm, all things recovered, the mountains were stacked and green from afar, lush and green, the nearby mountain flowers were splendid, the purple and red, the warbler song and swallow language, the bees flew and the butterfly danced, and the air was filled with the fragrance of flowers and the smell of spring mud.

The old Taoist priest had no intention of watching the scenery. Six days ago, the "Xuanwu Divine Plate" he offered on the altar suddenly fell, and three copper coins were spilled from the belly of the copper turtle. He interpreted it according to the hexagram with the method of Zhou Yi, and the hexagram showed great luck and great benefit to the southeast. In addition, he watched the sky at night and saw the purple qi in the southeast, and knew that either a vision had occurred in that direction, or a divine object had been born. So he simply packed up and hurried to the southeast alone. He did great work, rushed all the way, climbed mountains and mountains for many days, and searched for many places, but still did not find anything.

The place where he is today is the largest mountain range in Dongzhou, which runs from east to west, and the mountains are continuous, especially the highest of several mountains in the east, like the head of a dragon, and the large and small mountains behind rise and fall, like the body of a dragon, so it is called the Panlong Mountains. He wandered around the mountains for a long time, except for encountering many fierce birds and beasts, but he did not meet any people, let alone any gods.

Although the mountain road is bumpy, the old Taoist priest has profound internal strength, and his foot strength is very comparable. The Panlong Mountains are about to end, and the edge of the mountain range is gradually inhabited, and occasionally you can see the trimmed mountain roads, pine resin cutting devices, broken branches and broken branches left by chopping wood, and so on.

Still in the southeast direction, he walked down the mountain along the mountain road. Halfway up the mountain, the sight in front of him made him gasp. I saw a big pine tree, a white-fronted tiger with hanging eyes crawling its body, ready to leap. On the big pine tree, a big red silk hangs a big bamboo basket, which is very dazzling. The bamboo basket is all sewn tightly with light yarn, and it is swaying like a swing at the moment, which should have been touched by the big tiger jump. In the basket, there was a crisp laugh of a baby!

This baby thought that the tiger was playing with him!

The tiger failed to reach the bamboo basket, and seemed to be extremely unwilling, and he was ready to leap again. The old Taoist priest was in a hurry, shouted, broke a branch next to him and threw it over, impartially brushed the tiger's right ear, and instantly saw blood. When the big tiger heard the sound, his right ear ached, and he immediately turned around, glared at the old Taoist priest angrily, and roared in a low voice. After a few seconds, it prostrated itself forward, pressed its claws to the ground, roared ferociously, and pounced on the old Taoist.

The baby in the tree seemed to be happy when he heard the tiger roaring loudly, and he couldn't stop laughing.

When the old Taoist priest saw the tiger attacking him, he didn't panic, and when the tiger pounced in front of him, he teleported and changed his position to avoid the tiger's attack, and scolded in his mouth: "If the evil animal doesn't go away, the old Taoist will spare your life!"

Where can the tiger understand human speech, although it pounced in the air, but the tiger's tail suddenly cut and swept, bringing a gust of wind. The old Taoist priest naturally avoided it lightly.

The tiger pounced into the air, turned around in an instant, opened its bloody mouth and roared wildly, as if angry. Then the vertical force pounced again.

The bamboo basket on the tree was still swaying, but it had slowed down. Then a roar was heard, and the baby laughed again, "Yehaeha."

The old Taoist priest also smiled: "Good baby, barren mountains and mountains, the tiger is still so happy in front." Wait for the old way to send this big tiger, and then I will relieve you and come down and take a look. With that, he grabbed a handful of pine needles with his hand, and shot at the tiger. The tiger couldn't dodge, and the sides of its forelimbs were instantly covered with pine needles, and it roared in pain, and its heart was completely gone, so it turned around and ran.

The old Taoist priest laughed loudly, and was about to jump up and untie the bamboo basket, only to hear a "and slow" behind him.

When he looked back, he saw a middle-aged Confucian man in a square scarf and robe shaking his fan lightly, stepping like a meteor, walking from the mountain road with his head held high, grinning at him. Confucian national character face, bright eyes and eyebrows, tall posture, very magnificent.

The old Taoist priest said with a smile: "Barren mountains and wild mountains, where did the wild scholars pop up, read so many books, don't you know the rules of first come, first come." What you find first, you want to grab it too?"

Confucius laughed and said, "No, no, no. Where did the cowhide come from, and ran to my eastern state to spread wild. This heavenly vision is in my Dongzhou, and the people are also in my Dongzhou, do you say that I rob it or do you rob it? Why don't you stay in your small Taoist temple in Xianlai Mountain and cultivate it, and come here to join in the fun. ”

The old Taoist priest's face turned whole and said, "Don't come to play tricks with poor Dao." Why don't you stay in your majestic 'Chongwen Palace', reading and writing and showing off elegance, what about coming to this barren mountain?"

The Confucian scholar was not angry, and said with a slight smile: "How you come, how I come." That's it, you and I haven't seen each other for exactly ten years, let's make a comparison. ”

The old Taoist priest looked at the sky with his eyes and nose, and his demeanor was arrogant, noncommittal. The Confucian priest also stopped talking, took a few steps forward, and gently pushed out a palm. The old Taoist priest was slightly neat, and he hurriedly slapped his palm. The two palms intersected, and the two directly fought against each other for internal force.

With only one cup of tea, the old Taoist priest's face was slightly red, and his head was steaming with white steam. And the Confucian man's face was slightly purple, but his head was purple. The two of them simply palmed each other, and both used the deepest and strongest internal strength.

Their internal forces are constantly being output. One is like the ocean in the north, bottomless. One seems to be a cloud mountain dream, far away. But both of them have reservations and sympathize with each other, so in terms of strength, they are strong and I am strong, and they are slow and slow, and they are steaming above their heads for a while, and they are ordinary for a while.

Half an hour later, the two finally took their hands. The Confucian scholar smiled and said: "Congratulations, Zhang Lao Dao, the Taixu Taixuan Divine Skill has gone further, and the cultivation of internal strength has actually entered the late stage of the Void Realm, and it is not far from the Tongming Realm!"

The old Taoist priest also smiled and said: "You Shangguan Jinglun don't have to be humble, your immortal skills are really mysterious, and your skills have entered the early stage of the ninth order. In addition, you are still in your prime, and your divine skills are becoming more and more sophisticated. In a few years, the old way will be much inferior to you. ”

It turns out that the martial arts in the world, the Taoist internal cultivation is divided into seven realms, such as inner vision, knowing the Xuan, guarding the form, merging the gods, entering the void, returning to the void, and passing the brightness. The internal cultivation outside of Taoism is divided into nine levels by grade, and the higher the rank, the more powerful the martial arts, and when the nine orders are consummated, it is like a Vajra Arhat.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar is the world-famous "Wensheng" Shangguan Jinglun. He is a genius, reads the world's classics poorly, and enters the sainthood from literature, which is rare to see in a hundred years. The old Taoist priest is Zhang Yunshe, who is known as the "Taoist saint" by the world, and the first person in the world to cultivate Taoism. The two of them, plus Yuan Shibu, the "martial saint" of Beizhou, are called the "three saints" of martial arts.

Shangguan Jinglun asked, "Old Dao, did you also find here according to the celestial phenomena? Could it be that this kid in front of him is the point of the celestial phenomenon?"

The old Taoist priest groaned slightly and said, "Poor Dao doesn't know if it's this kid. The 'Xuanwu God Plate' of the poor road spits out the hexagram, showing the southeast of the great benefit, and I observed the celestial phenomena and found that the purple gas in the southeast is prosperous, so I found it all the way. But there were no artifacts along the way, and now it was the seventh day, and only this baby was found. So saying, he jumped up on the pine tree, untied the ribbon, and brought the basket down.

In the basket, covered with a fluffy cotton pad, a baby is wrapped. The baby should be five months old and have a suckling pouch strapped to it for about a few days. The basket is sewn in light yarn, which is fine but breathable, and the stitching is neat.

There was also a letter in the basket, and the old Taoist priest opened it and looked at it, and only two sentences were written on it: "People who are destined to send this son to Xianlai Mountain in Zhongzhou." The gold jewelry in the basket is enough to comfort the hard work. ”

The old Taoist priest was taken aback, handed the letter to Shangguan Jinglun, and then opened the baby's back pad, and sure enough, he saw a lot of gold jewelry. The old Taoist priest and Shangguan Jinglun looked at each other.

Shangguan Jinglun approached and picked up the baby to examine it carefully, and said, "It's a baby boy." Hey, old man, you see, there are seven red moles on your feet, this is the sign of stepping on the seven stars!"

The old Taoist priest followed Shangguan Jinglun's point, and really saw that there were seven red moles on the sole of the baby's left foot. He said, "This child will not be an idle person in the future. You hold him first, and I'll look around carefully to see if there are any other foreign objects. ”

With that, he performed light skills and wandered around to inspect.

Shangguan Jinglun put the baby back into the bamboo basket and stood under the big pine tree with the bamboo basket and waited. After a while, he suddenly heard a ticking sound, and when he looked down, it turned out that the baby was peeing, and the boy's urine was seeping through the back of the bamboo basket and dripping to the ground. Suddenly, following the urine droplets, his eyes were fixed on the nails.

It turned out that there was a big bluestone on the ground, and at this moment where the boy's urine dripped down, there was a round hole with a diameter of two inches, and there was a sword in the hole that was completely submerged in the stone, and if you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't be able to detect that there was a sword hidden here.

He shouted loudly: "Old Dao, don't look for it, come and see here!"

The old Taoist priest flew back and saw the stone hole, without any traces of carving, obviously someone with a strong internal force, straight into the big bluestone. With a little luck, he slammed it towards the big bluestone, and the ground shook violently, and the hilt of the sword was shaken out by an inch. Immediately afterwards, he clamped the hilt of the sword between his two fingers and drew it vigorously, and a sword was actually pulled out by him with two fingers.

As soon as the sword came out, the dazzling red glow of the sword body spread out, and it was actually a purple-red sword, and the hilt of the sword was engraved with the words "Purple Cloud Divine Sword". He picked up his sword and swung it lightly, and slashed at the big stone next to him, and the stone broke in half with a sound, what an incomparably sharp weapon!

Shangguan Jinglun smacked his tongue and said, "It's really a rare divine sword in the world." It seems to have been left for the baby. It just so happened that this sword was also drenched in this child's boy urine, haha. It's just that I don't know if the celestial phenomenon refers to this child or this divine weapon with its own glow?"

Without waiting for the old Taoist priest to answer, he continued: "That's it. This baby, who has been designated to be sent to Xianlai Mountain, must be the son of the deceased. It's just that I don't know which old man it is, why it wasn't sent directly to Xianlai Mountain. You look at this layout, obviously thoughtful, hanging on a tree for fear of children being taken away by birds, beasts, insects and snakes, covering cloth with a cloth for fear of mosquitoes and flies bites, hanging to eat and drink for fear of starvation. All kinds of designs are simply unbelievable and confusing. ”

The old Taoist priest nodded and said, "With your and my skills, I can't detect any traces within a radius of ten miles. Looking at the layout here, it should have been a few days ago. Now, I'll take the child back to Xianlai Mountain first. You have the best literary talent, just give him a name. ”

Shangguan Jinglun smiled and said, "It's not good with your and my surnames." The first surname in Dongzhou is the Li family, and we searched for him for a long time in this green mountain to find him. This son loves to laugh very much, and he laughs at Qingshan Wanzhongtian, so he will be called Li Qingshan. ”

The old Taoist priest bowed his head and said, "What a smile on the green mountains and ten thousand heavens." Let's call it Li Qingshan. ”

The baby in the bamboo basket seemed to have a sense, and suddenly cried. The young fox in the old Taoist robe was already asleep, and when he heard the baby's cry, he also whined.

The old Taoist priest was childlike, pinched the baby's face, and said with a smile: "Don't cry, don't cry, Lao Dao will give you a playmate." With that, he took out the little white fox from his sleeve robe and put it in a bamboo basket to be with the baby. As soon as the little white fox arrived in the bamboo basket, he licked the baby, and the baby stopped crying and played with the little white fox.

Shangguan Jinglun said: "Old Dao, then don't go over it." I made a promise to him, and six years later, I would go to Xianlai Mountain to teach him to read and learn calligraphy. This jade pendant should be a gift for him. After speaking, he took off a jade pendant from his waist and threw it to the old Taoist priest, and then in a flash, he disappeared into the vast mountains without looking back.

The old Taoist priest seemed to be in a very good mood, and shouted up to the sky: "Li Qingshan, let's go back to Xianlai Mountain!" The little baby kicked up his calves in the bamboo basket, grabbed the white fox with his little hands, and laughed again.