"Old man, there are many mountains and deep streams in Shuzhong, strange insects and beasts, you are always well-informed, I don't know if you have seen any fierce beasts near the Yanli Mountain?"

"Xiaojing, you're not asking about ordinary bears, tigers and leopards, right?" Liu Ji asked with a smile.

"Old man, have you ever heard of a vicious Jiao near the Yili Mountain?"

Old Man Liu thought for a while, and then said slowly: "Speaking of evil Jiao, more than 40 years ago, Yinuo Bai Miao, who was disgusted with the left side of the mountain, inexplicably left the Miao village that had lived for a hundred years, and it was said that he was warned by the snake god in the mountain. I don't know if it's the evil Jiao you said?"

"A giant black serpent with horns on its head?"

"The snake god is the ancestral snake that the Inuo people have been worshiping for a hundred years, living in the ancestral cave of the Inuo tribe for a long time, accepting the sacrifices and blood food offerings in the clan, and the temperament is tranquil, but according to the fierce tower, that day, the lightning and thunder in the ancestral cave shook the mountain, and the clan shook, and the clan hurriedly threw the blood food that the ancestral snake loved in the ancestral cave under the panic, and did not want the blood food to be thrown out, everyone was shocked, and the clan prayed all day long and was at a loss, so that after a few days, the ancestral cave was quiet, and after a few days, the great priest in the clan received a dream from the snake god, saying that there would be a catastrophe here, so that the Inuo tribe immediately moved the clan。 As a last resort, the fierce tower had to take the tribesmen away, and many days later, some people looked at their homeland from afar, and found that the place was already full of miasma, the grass and trees were decaying, and the beasts and insects within a radius of twenty miles were extinct, only to know that the warning of the snake god was true. The strange thing is that as the fierce tower said, in the past, the snake god was much thicker than the average giant python, and his body length was no more than ten zhang, but after the great changes in the ancestral cave, he saw that he was already a hundred zhang long, and his head was born with flesh horns. ”

When he came, Li Jinglan had read some notes of the Zhi Monster class, especially about the giant Jiao, the evil dragon, and secretly calculated in his heart, the so-called giant Jiao one is the spirit fish jumping over the dragon gate, and the other is the evil python through the calamity, disgusted with the mountain, this strange Jiao is afraid that it is a natural alien species, and the size is larger than the average python, plus the Miao people believe in the five poisons, and there is a lot of awe for the strange insects and beasts in the mountains, and the giant python has no natural enemies, and has achieved a hundred years of cultivation.

Spring has arrived, and the snow has not yet melted.

The Jade Emperor of Longhu Mountain has a jade crown and a silver beard, and the fairy spirit is compelling, Zhang Baoxi looked at the top of the mountain and sighed and said to Zhang Chengqian, the real person in charge of the sect beside him: "I don't know if it's right to do this, Lao Xiucai retreated, but completely knocked down the wall, revealing a big atmosphere, but it gave us a big problem." For thousands of years, although Confucianism and Taoism have not been united, they have always been helping each other, so as to grasp the vein when the dragon vein is about to be born, so as to support the dragon and protect the way, forming the thick momentum of Confucianism and Taoism. Now I don't know how Lao Xiucai thinks about writing this genius pen thoroughly, it is like filling in a glance, but it stirs up waves in the original pool of stagnant water. On the surface, it seems that the Confucianism of the Optimus White Jade Pillar once collapsed, but without this guide, the Confucianism may be faster than ours, the Daomen with the surname of the first surname to form a situation of a hundred carp leaping over the dragon gate, Confucianism should be prosperous!"

"What Uncle Shi said is that it seems that a hundred years ago, our Longhu Mountain opened up the foreign surname Heavenly Master to join the sect, this step is still not big enough! However, the move of Jinglan is still right, this move can at least protect Longhu Mountain for a hundred years, and there may not be any changes in a hundred years!"

"Cheng Qian, our Daomen should also seek change, this game of chess Li Yundao is betting on a pair of children, Lao Xiucai has pressed his own old bones, and even the Buddha Gate in the north is more generous than ours, betting on a Buddha, Chang'an on the dragon vein inheritance, but our Daomen tripartite bet, but can't take the corresponding bet!

No matter how beautiful the grand scene, it will eventually pass away, and no matter how long the cold winter will finally usher in the spring flowers, the ethereal clouds on the top of the Jade Emperor will slowly recede under the golden light of ten thousand ways, revealing some yellow-brown spots that are not wrapped in vegetation, and when the fairy clothes are removed, how should the Daomen stand in the world?

The hundreds of small villages in the vast plains of the northern border of the Qin State are almost all about the same, most of the houses are made of stone, and the remote and poor small villages have a few caves, even if they are rich, a village is only thirty or fifty households, and the strong laborers are either conscripted into the army or enter the mountains as bandits, and there are only women, children and old people left in the village, guarding a few acres of broken land, and living a dilapidated life with today and no tomorrow.

There is a lot of land around, but most of it is saline-alkali land, relying on the sky to eat and make do with eating and drinking, firewood, rice, oil and salt do not need a few dollars, a few chickens and sheep at home are enough for the usual pocket use, and the rest is basically nothing. Big livestock is not daring to raise, firstly, it costs a lot of money, and secondly, it takes half a year to raise it easily, and it can work, either it is plundered by the annual grass valley in the year of Cangguo, or it is levied by the annual military equipment of the Great Qin Year, which is not worth it. Therefore, a few acres of thin land still need these old, weak, sick and disabled, orphans and widows rely on manpower to operate, and their lives are really hard.

From the ancient Cang and Han people, to today's Daqin and Dacang, they have lived for generations, and they have lived without any thoughts.

Until last year, an old gentleman came to the village, and I don't know which tendon in the head was wrong, and he sat on this side of the village and didn't leave, not to say that he took root, and taught the dolls to read and write, what is the use of this thing to eat and drink, and sometimes the time for the farm to help the handle is gone, at the beginning, the village people are still a little resentful.

But this old gentleman is really thick-skinned, no matter how the people in the village throw their faces openly, or secretly instigate their babies to make them bad, they are all light-hearted, come to teach one to teach a pair, and do not collect any copper, nor do they accept the food that the babies secretly wrap from home, and they have found a little bit of thin land and are self-sufficient.

There is no serious school in the village, in the summer under the big locust tree at the entrance of the village, in the winter the old gentleman cleaned the broken temple in the village, and lit a fire early, and the children sat under the ass of a few tree stumps, even if it was a school, the sand made paper, the branches made the pen, and unconsciously the children in the village could understand the tax documents.

At the beginning, the babies only need to learn five big words every day, they can listen to a story, and then there are more tricks, reading, writing, reciting various poems and articles, you can change the story to listen, the babies are holding back their efforts to empty the inventory in the old man's stomach, but they will be disappointed every day, the story of the old man is like his snow-white beard can not be counted.

Half-grown children eleven or twelve, are considered to be the strong labor of the village, always spend time listening to stories, the village people are inevitably a little angry, but since the tiger boy and his father mixed a centurion came back to take the tiger to the south of the city shortly after, and then took the tiger to the village again, a martial artist to the old gentleman is a bow, no matter how to take the old gentleman into the city to continue to teach the tiger boy, the robe and soap boots that came together, and the old gentleman after a long talk is even more embarrassed, bow to the end, these ignorant villagers are stunned。

In the end, the old gentleman still didn't leave, Hu Yanzi's father sent more than a dozen soldiers, the small temple in the village was repaired, at least no longer leaking around, the children finally had a decent school, Mr. Xixi also presented a few sets of paper, pen and inkstone, and from time to time brought the tiger back to ask for advice. With the only "big official" in the village to take care of him, the old gentleman's "treatment" in the village slowly improved.

After the incident, the women who returned to their parents' homes spread to the neighboring villages, and the babies in the neighboring villages also began to go to school one after another, and before they knew it, there were more than 20 children in the small temple, and they couldn't let go.

On the second day of the second month of February, the dragon raised its head. The villagers scattered the ashes of the grass and trees that had been prepared from the Xiaoqing River, more than a mile away from the village, to the water tank in their houses, praying for good weather and good weather.

On this day, the old gentleman simply gave the children off and walked out of the village alone to a hill to the west. I found a sunny slope at random and sat down, the hill is not high, and he is not even a "child" in the ups and downs of the mountains in the north, but this old gentleman is very tall, if he does not insist on going down the mountain, he is one of the few people who stand on the top of the highest mountain without enough slaps in the whole world.

It's just that the old gentleman feels ashamed of the position he is standing, so he walks down, the old gentleman knows what he is doing, and knows that these children may not be able to grow up calmly in the future, even if they can grow up calmly, they may not be able to have a lot of knowledge, but after all, he has stood on the top of the mountain, and he has seen too many people who are about to climb to the top of the mountain. In the past, he liked it very much, but now he thinks that this is not good, if all the scholars in the world are the same, then what good is it? The people in the world want to be officials and make a fortune, then there are really no rules in this world.

But these children are different, they may still be farmers, they may be soldiers, they may even be butchers, merchants. However, those who are farmers can see the sky and cultivate and have enough food and clothing, those who are soldiers can read the war books and strategies, so that they can have more chances of winning in defending the family and the country, those who are butchers know how to make money in harmony, and those who are businessmen can be honest.

The old gentleman wrote a big "Confucian" word in their hearts, although they are still under the hills, but their road is different, they are no longer the same mud tire stone carvings, they may not walk the same road, but once they reach the top of the mountain, it is a colorful atmosphere.

The old gentleman squinted at the distant mountains, as if he saw that beautiful scenery, it was really beautiful!

He raised his right hand and held a cup in the air, and slowly poured it into his mouth

A lone branch is not spring, and a hundred flowers bloom in spring.

This matter should be revealed!