Dazhou, Fanyin Mountain Lianhua Temple.

In the temple among the green trees, the apricot yellow courtyard walls, the blue-gray temple ridge, and the pale green towering ancient trees. The Bodhi trees in front of the temple are huge, and it is the season when the Bodhi trees are ripe. A little girl has clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, the breeze blows, she picks up a few strands of green silk blown away on her head, and sits lazily on the big bluestone at the entrance of the temple with a string of pale yellow bead chains looking at the path up the mountain. Behind her, the stone carvings of the two Buddhist protectors Hum Ha two generals, standing in front of the mountain gate, holding the magic weapon, the tiger's eyes are round, majestic, and there are eight gilded characters written in the middle: "Smile with flowers, if I smell".

Hum Ha two generals on the stone steps, a little monk in white, revealing a dusty atmosphere, he holds an embroidered bead hairpin in his hand, the little girl since the master came back from Jiangzhou often alone with the bead chain in a daze, he thought that the little girl liked the bead chain the most, so from the Wudang Mountain debate back to quietly buy this bead hairpin, the store saw the monk buy, it is half sold and half given. Although there are only thirty yuan, but for the little monk who regards money as something outside his body, this is a full year of savings, standing behind the little girl, hesitating, this Lianhua Temple is deep in the mountains of Dazhou, the merchant who walks the mountain only comes once in ten years, in order to buy this embroidered bead hairpin, he was almost punished by Uncle Yu Danhe, who is in charge of the staff in the four-foot hall.

After listening to the lecture of the purple-clothed abbot Rulai, the little monk in white looked at the sky, almost missed the appointed hour, and muttered, "That old and unserious purple cloth." happened to be heard by the senior brother Huanyuan, who was dissatisfied with him, so he reported the little monk in white who did not respect the abbot to the four-foot hall of the prison.

"The empty little monk has no respect for his elders, please show Uncle Siqitang", Huan Yuan turned his purring little eyes, knelt on the ground and said to Uncle Yu Danhe.

"Kongkong, why do you say that?", the four-foot hall master uncle sat cross-legged on the altar, opened his eyes, and looked at the little monk kindly, although the empty little monk was only fourteen years old, he debated the Taoism in Wudang Mountain Zen Machine last year, but he beat Zhao Yanxiang, the master of Wutian, to win the first place for the Lianhua Temple.

"Uncle Shi is aware of it, I'm talking about the purple-clothed butterflies flying in the mountains," the little monk said confidently and calmly.

"Oh, who is the old and indecent purple cloth that Huanyuan said?", Uncle Ancestor of the Four Feet Hall turned his head to look at this sworn apprentice.

"I ...... , the disciple is confused".

"His heart can be punished", looking at the backs of the two in the distance, Yu Danhe muttered to himself.

The empty little monk looked up at the snow-capped mountains in the distance, and finally mustered up his courage, "Yes, punish the heart, don't say it is the heart."

"Little junior sister, this is for you."

"Stupid and empty, why are you here?", the little girl patted the little monk's bare head, took the bead hairpin, and put away the pale yellow bead chain with some disappointment. Brother Yang Ze said that he was going to come to see me, it's been a year, seventeen days and four hours, why can't I see anyone?"

"Silly sister, Jiangzhou is separated from here by thousands of rivers and mountains, how can it be so easy to see."

"Can you come down the mountain with me to find him?".

"Okay, I'll accompany you wherever you want to go, junior sister," the little monk patted his chest and promised.

When the little girl heard this, she burst into tears and laughed, and her handsome face was covered with crystal tears, glittering.

"Go ......".

An old woman who is blind in the mountain gate has a lot of temperament, and she is also a rare beauty back then. She drew the heavenly stem and earth branches on the ground, densely packed with symbols, and sighed for a long time, "Xiaoyue shouldn't go down the mountain today, and the mountains are rivers and lakes", a white-clothed monk behind him, purple gold silk brocade feather satin trimmed purple robe, draped obliquely on the sea green on his right shoulder, listening to him sigh, comforting softly, "It's okay to go."

"It's another trip for nothing, and this son is not in Jiangzhou. You say that Qiji Temple is in Jiangzhou?".

"Well, do you want to see each other?".

"Alas, they all passed by back then. Now that I am blind and blind, it is better to see each other than not to see each other."

"That's not necessarily, although last time I was in a hurry, Qiji Temple didn't say a word to you, but I can see that he is worried. Although Wei Laodao ran away for half his life and escaped into the Daomen, he still couldn't let go of you in his heart. You have to know that there are some people that you will not like in your lifetime, and there are some people that you will like at first sight."

"But I'm blind," said the old woman, whose gray-haired sideburns trembled slightly.

On the snow-capped mountains in the distance, a snow fell one after another, and it was white in an instant, and the eyes of the white-clothed monk were a little moist.

The "squeaky squeak" wheels made a crisp sound on the bluestone slab, like beating notes, jumping into Murong Ripple's heart, rippling layer upon layer, hitting her little heart round and round, pounding, sometimes looking out the window, sometimes can't help but peek at this scholar with a crown like jade. After all, Murong Lianyi is a young girl who is just starting to fall in love, she has never left the Murong family for half a step before, just like a clean white paper, although she mustered up the courage to follow, she was at a loss for shame at the moment, and kept rubbing her hands.

She only knew that her parents died early, and she was personally cultivated and raised by Murong Fulong, the old man of Murong, since she was a child, and she was pinned on by Murong Fulong since she was a child. The Southern Liang country was broken, and Murong Fulong went through the Southern Liang and Xiangtuo dynasties, and it can be said that overnight he fell from the high-ranking imperial relatives to the low-level degrading gate lord clans.

For decades, I have tasted the warmth and coldness of human feelings, sweet and sour, bitter and salty.

However, Murong Fulong firmly believed that Fang Shi said, "The dragon's pupils and phoenix necks are extremely expensive", and in the future, Murong Ripples Golden Phoenix flew into the sycamore tree of Changxin Palace. The Murong family will prosper again with a noble woman. Unexpectedly, King Lu completely broke Murong Fulong's dream, and he didn't expect that his favorite Murong Lianyi would be as stubborn as her biological mother, and he was unwilling to take on the important task of revitalizing the Murong family.

The white-clothed scholar lifted the bead curtain and glanced at the towering Wangting Mountain in front of her, along the way, she wanted to say it several times, but she didn't know what to say.

Wangting Mountain, separated from Wudang Mountain, is separated by a wide Yongjiang River.

Adjacent to the Taoist ancestral Wudang Mountain, Wangting Mountain's luck is naturally not bad.

Different from the Murong family in Huizhou, for hundreds of years, the Gongsun family of Wangting Mountain has respected martial arts, but there is no lack of resourcefulness to join the WTO. As the so-called tree attracts the wind, the dense towering tree of the Gongsun family can stand on the rivers and lakes for hundreds of years without falling, and naturally he has his advantages. The ancestor Gongsun Ji on Wangting Mountain not only entered the Taiqing realm early with his kung fu, but also was very good at encircling people in the rivers and lakes. In the temple, there are several Jiangnan scholars and Guanlong nobles in Changxin Palace, and they have inexplicable private contacts with Wangting Mountain. Therefore, whether it is the time of the Seven Kingdoms War or the Xiangtuo Dynasty, this Wangting Mountain is always like a fish in water, the wind and water are rising, and it is becoming more and more prosperous, and there are great signs of leaping to the top three of the top ten gate lords of the Xiangtuo Dynasty.

On the rivers and lakes, Wangting Mountain is adjacent to the Taoist ancestral court, as the saying goes, distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors, this Wangting Mountain is to find out some origins with the ancestors of Wudang Mountain, although Wangting Mountain and Wudang Mountain have their own doors, but the world returns to the sect, but there is also a little meaning of honor and disgrace. Thinking that when Niutou Mountain suppressed the luck of Wudang Mountain, Wangting Mountain also secretly acted as a pawn for Wudang Mountain, so that the seven grandmasters of Niutou Mountain died in Cangbei.

At the foot of Wangting Mountain, a stone tablet is moss-mottled, and it is engraved with four gilded characters of "Forbidden Land of Martial Arts". Three young men walked slowly down the stone steps side by side, one of them was sixteen or seventeen years old, handsome, with a sword at his waist. The angular face showed an arrogant look, and it was Gongsun Shangyi, the daughter of Gongsun Shangyi, the eldest son of the Gongsun family.

Although this girl who is expected to inherit the mantle of Wangting Mountain in the future has a charming appearance, it is not a simple vase, he has long been like his father Gongsun Shangyi, and he is very good at winning people's hearts. Although his father Gongsun Shangyi's martial arts are not as good as his second brother Gongsun Shangwu, he is both civil and military, and has attracted a large number of Jianghu guests, and the diners in front of the door are more like carp crossing the river, and there is even no lack of martial arts who have been famous for a long time.

Gongsun Charm's talent in martial arts has already emerged, and it was she who intercepted Yang Ze in Zhugong Mountain that day and wrapped Luo Zi, the sword in her sleeve, so that the six-year-old child had a chance to take advantage of it. However, the only opponent she feared on this mountain was the second uncle's cousin Gongsun Zhishui, the owner of the Green Snake Soft Sword. Although he is not the biological daughter of his second uncle Sun Shangwu, he is better than the love of his ancestor Gongsun Ji, and he has already taught the Plum Blossom Tianyan Sword of Wangting Mountain to this wild species.

But at this moment she is very happy, the young man wearing a brocade robe on her left is the eldest grandson Xun Mu of the old Xun Qing, she met him at the Huizhou Lantern Festival, and specially invited him to Wangting Mountain as a guest, but she didn't think that this son was really extraordinary, and lived in Wangting Mountain for three days.

"Xun Gongzi, say goodbye, I always hope that you will come to see me soon", standing in front of the dock, Gongsun said goodbye charmingly and shyly.

"Well, a word is a certainty, the grandson girl takes care of herself, and there will be a period in the future", Xun Mu said goodbye with a graceful demeanor, and it seemed difficult to give up. Although he is young, he has been under the influence of his father Xun Qing, and he is exquisite in all aspects of the worldly world, since Wangting Mountain threw an olive branch, he has no reason not to accept it, and won the favor of the daughter of the Gongsun family, and she will inherit the mantle of Wangting Mountain in the future, which may be of great help to the Xun family.

On the ninth floor of Bozhong Pavilion, the green-shirted guest stood still, looking at the sunset, the shadow of the tree in the dusk dragged on longer and longer, but he couldn't leave the roots, and the past came to his heart.

No matter how far she goes, she can't get out of his heart.

Twenty years ago, it was in front of the stone workshop at the foot of the mountain that he met Wu Jingxi, who was burning incense on Wudang Mountain, and the two were secretly in love.

He moved his heart for her, he had the opportunity to cultivate the righteous path, but he was unwilling to enter the mountains to cultivate, lest he fall into the city once he entered the deep mountains, and lived up to Wu Jingxi's deep affection.

The two forgot about each other in the rivers and lakes, and he still remembers that period of time clearly.

She returned to the Murong family, but married Shangwu, the grandson of Wangting Mountain, not the main room, but only the second room concubine.

Hou Junji waited stupidly, did not go to Wudang, nor did he go to Wangting, he read it in Jixia School Palace for twenty years, and this Bozhong Pavilion also reached the top for half a year. He has been reading and reading all these years

Confucian righteousness;

Taoist talismans;

Buddhist Sanskrit sounds;

Soldier's sword energy;

In the end, he finished reading the 100,000 collections of the School Palace for thousands of years, and learned through the hundred schools, and the gist of "Tuna" and "Vipassana" has reached the perfection of the hundred schools, and he became the first person in the Jixia School Palace, and climbed to the last floor of the Bozhong Pavilion, and the whole layer was the same as his heart, empty......

There is only one word, the word love.