On Jinghui Mountain, in the snow in front of the wooden house. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The spear in Zhu Tianpeng's hand was like a dragon, flying up and down, sweeping straight stabs, so that he was not jubilant, and the gun wind stirred up the snow all over the ground.

Since the death of Zhang Duwei, Mr. Zhao Ping has been released. Zhu Tianpeng saw the old man's master come out of the city intact and was taken back to Zhaojiazhuang by the Zhao family.

Because there was still a wanted warrant for Zhu Tianpeng at the city gate, he did not meet with the master.

Seeing that the master had returned to Zhaojiazhuang, Zhu Tianpeng took a nest and lived in a wooden house on Jinghui Mountain.

He estimated that Master would not return to Jinghui Mountain before the beginning of spring. After all, Mr. Zhao Ping is old, and it is still not appropriate to live alone in the mountains in winter, the weather is too cold.

Since the last time he competed with Zhang Duwei, Lao Zhu knew that his marksmanship was very bad, and he practiced the "Hundred Birds and Phoenix Marksmanship" and "Spirit Snake Marksmanship" repeatedly these days.

His "Hundred Birds and Phoenix Marksmanship" has progressed rapidly, and he has mastered all the gist and has begun to enter the realm of spearmanship.

The cultivation of the "Spirit Snake Marksmanship" was not very smooth, except for the basic gun style of the first six strokes of gun intent, there was no progress in the others.

"Spirit Snake Marksmanship" has a miraculous effect in fighting against each other, and cultivation must also be on the battlefield. Except for Zhao Yun, the ancestor of the Zhao family who created the "Spirit Snake Marksmanship", who practiced to the realm of the heart of the gun, no one can complete the cultivation of the "Spirit Snake Marksmanship", so they know how difficult this marksmanship is.

In addition to practicing guns, Lao Zhu did not let go of the cultivation of "Heavenly Snake Breath Technique", but the progress was very slow.

As for "The Secret of Yuehua", he practiced every other night, and the cultivation effect was not obvious, which was also what he wanted. He was always worried that practicing too much demon clan exercises would ruin his current appearance, and he would regret it if he really became Zhu Bajie's big-eared and long-mouthed appearance.

As the days passed, it was the end of winter in the blink of an eye, there were more sunny days, and the snow began to melt.

Before the earth completely thawed, Zhu Tianpeng left Jinghui Mountain again.

After descending the mountain, he went north along the road, wanting to see the northern plains.

The earth recovered, the snow melted, and the number of pedestrians on the road gradually increased. Zhu Tianpeng avoided the track and walked through the jungle.

On this day, he came to a hill. Looking down from the top of a small hill, I saw a small village.

There are only five or six houses in the village, and two middle-aged women are busy working on the lawn in the middle of the courtyard. One is weaving bamboo baskets, and the other is drying the furs of wild animals.

Seeing this ordinary picture of rural life, Zhu Tianpeng was reminded of his heart, and he remembered the rural life with his grandmother, although it was dull, it was deeply imprinted in his memory.

When Lao Zhu fell into memory, two young people returned from the path leading from the village to the outside.

Among them, the sturdy young man was holding a roll of cloth, while the other was carrying four or five bamboo weaves, and his figure was a little emaciated.

Seeing their sons return, the two middle-aged women put down their work and welcomed their sons home.

At this time, Zhu Tianpeng especially wanted to know what the two pairs of mother and son would say. He descended quickly and approached the small village.

The conversation between the woman drying the fur and the sturdy son was louder, and Lao Zhu could clearly hear that they were discussing how to distribute the fabric to make clothes.

The dialogue between the woman who weaves the basket and her emaciated son is more subdued.

I only heard my son say: "Mother, this time I sold two pairs of bamboo baskets and five bamboo baskets, and I got a total of 54 yuan." There was a man who bought a bamboo basket and insisted on paying less than a penny, and his son said that he could not do it, so he sold him. ”

The mother's voice is not high: "Are there not many people who go to the market today? Why haven't you sold out, and you still picked up so many?"

The son replied, "There are not many people. The next time I go to the market, my son will try to sell more. ”

The woman sighed in a low voice and said, "I don't know when the dowry money for your future marriage will be gathered! You are already eighteen, and my mother is afraid that your marriage will be delayed!"

The son is sensible, and said with a smile: "My son is only eighteen, so I'm not in a hurry." Mother is in a hurry to hold her grandson?"

The woman was amused and scolded, "Stinky boy, if you don't worry about being a mother, who will worry about it? If only your father were still here!"

Speaking of this, the woman's tone was a little gloomy.

The son immediately changed the topic and said, "Mother, I heard a rumor in the bazaar, saying that the Immortal Palace in Tiancang Mountain is recruiting Taoist children, and many people are talking about this. ”

Zhu Tianpeng, who was eavesdropping in the distance, was sighing for the hardships of the mother and son, and when he heard the words "Eternal Life Palace", his attention was concentrated.

Loving gossip news is not only the preserve of women in the new century, but also for women in ancient times. The woman was intrigued by her son's words and asked, "Recruit Dao Tong, what is the Immortal Palace, is it a Taoist temple, and how is it called?"

"It's a Taoist temple. It is said that the emperor built it for the immortal real person, on Tiancang Mountain near the capital. The son replied.

"What? are you talking about the immortal real people of Tiancang Mountain?" the woman's voice suddenly rose two octaves, sounding very sharp and harsh.

The son was frightened by the woman's astonishment, and hurriedly said, "Mother, why are you? ”

The woman was obviously very excited, and said tremblingly, "Son, you go outside first to see if there is anyone." ”

When her son had looked at the door, and had closed the door, the woman rummaged through the room looking for something, and after a while, she had probably found it, and she sat him down, and began to tell the cause.

It turned out that the grandfather of this family was called Deng Fugui, a believer in the Taoism of the Heavenly Master, who responded to the edict of the Taoist master of the Heavenly Master Changsheng Zhenren, abandoned his wife and children to become a Taoist soldier of the immortal Zhenren, and fought for the establishment of the Han Kingdom.

Deng Fugui made a special trip home for this reason, brought the book back, and left a message that he could become a disciple of the Heavenly Master Dao by taking the book to Tiancang Mountain.

He left the book and went back, but he never returned, and there was no news again, probably killed in battle!

Deng Fugui's wife raised her son alone, but she didn't want her son to follow Deng Fugui's old path, so she kept it a secret and didn't tell her son. It was only when she was dying that she took out the book.

At that time, Deng Fugui's son had already married and had children, and his daughter-in-law was now a basket weaver.

Over the years, this family has long been uninvolved with the Heavenly Master Dao, and lives in this remote mountain village, with limited knowledge, and does not understand the weight of this book at all.

The woman who made the basket didn't react when she heard "Tiancang Mountain" before, and it wasn't until "Tiancang Mountain" and "Immortal Zhenren" were connected that she remembered this book.

Life is difficult, and the basket weaver woman can't even get together the dowry money for her son's marriage, and she is thinking about it. With such an opportunity, her mind also came alive. I only heard her say: "Son, you take this book to Tiancang Mountain!"

"Mother, what are you doing in Tiancang Mountain? I heard that Tiancang Mountain is very far away!" the son was not happy.

The woman who made the basket thought for a moment and said, "Now that there is no war outside, you can become a Taoist child, and you don't have to spend money on food and clothing, which is better than being poor at home." ”

Then I heard her sigh and say, "You are weak, and my mother will not dare to let you go up the mountain to hunt." The family is poor, and there is no money for you to marry a daughter-in-law. With this book, you will definitely be able to become a Taoist child, and maybe you can marry a daughter-in-law without spending money. ”

"I'm not going. The son refused firmly.

This son doesn't want to go to Tiancang Mountain, but Zhu Tianpeng really wants to go.

That night, the basket-weaving woman's house was burglarized, and the book written by the immortal man was gone.