Spring goes to autumn, cold comes and summer, streamers fly by, close your eyes and it seems that the days in the mountain village are still vivid, and two years have passed in Qingyun Town in trivialities.

As Jiang Jiutian became more and more proficient, he had learned to read the characters quite a bit, and the speed of copying books was also accelerating. However, the books owned by Wang Fuzi were not too many.

In the past six months, Jiang Jiutian has been deliberately slowing down, striving for excellence, and spending more time chatting with Wang Fuzi. Otherwise, the book will be read and copied quickly, and it will be sad that there will be no new books to read, not to mention the progress of the parents at home.

Naturally, he couldn't talk with Wang Fuzi in the school, so as not to affect other schoolchildren. Wang Fuzi assigned homework to the children in the hall for them to read, so he came out to an old tree in the courtyard, sat opposite Jiang Jiutian on both sides of the stone platform, and chatted casually about what he had seen and heard while playing chess slowly.

Jiang Jiutian is almost nine years old, because he has always been taller than his peers, and he has practiced a little bit of poultry opera with Wang Fuzi, that is, a kind of health kung fu that imitates the movements of birds to strengthen the body, and his body is a lot stronger, and he looks like he is eleven or twelve years old. He looked like a handsome young man, and it was not incompatible with Master Wang to sit and play chess, at least anyone who saw it knew that they were indeed playing chess, not that the old man was playing with Xiao'er.

For the terroir, sophistication, and legends of strange things mentioned in the chatter of Master Wang, Jiang Jiutian is very yearning. After all, Master Wang is a person who has been to the county government, and he has lived there for many years, and his knowledge is the most extensive among the people Jiang Jiutian knows. Wang Fuzi's book is nothing more than enlightenment and literacy, words and sentences, moral commentary, and ethics books, and in Jiang Jiutian's view, Wang Fuzi himself is also a book, and it is more vivid and worthy of him to read at the moment, which is also an important reason why he often chats with Wang Fuzi.

But even though he longs for the distance, he certainly can't just put it into action. If he really goes out to travel one day, he must have enough ability to support his father and mother, take his father and mother, and let his father and mother not be wronged during the trip. Yes, in his imaginary travels, he must be with his father and mother, otherwise no matter how beautiful the scenery is, no matter how peculiar the customs, it will be tasteless. Not only is his father and mother inseparable from him, the only son, but he is also inseparable from his father. He always felt that there was a huge hole in the past that he could not remember, and that he could only feel sure of his existence with his father and mother around.

Jiang Jiutian was tilting his head sideways to think about the next step, when he suddenly heard a voice say, "Bah! You are the kid of Brother Zhuang's family?"

Jiang Jiutian and Wang Fuzi looked up together, but saw a head popping out of the wall of the school, it was a young man, and he felt that there was something under his feet, but the cushion was unstable, and he looked into the courtyard while shaking the wall a little.

Wang Fuzi said angrily: "Bolt, why are you still jumping up and down like a monkey when you are not small? And aren't you going to be a god, why are you back in the mortal world?"

It turns out that this is Uncle Zhuzi's cousin bolt, but it doesn't look like Uncle Zhuzi. Jiang Jiutian thought secretly. And Uncle Zhu is getting older, but he is not as unobtrusive as this young man.

The bolt waved his free hand, and grinned: "Don't you dare to say that I am an immortal! Well, it's over here, next door, and it's a neighbor in the future. ”

What is called a god in his family, it seems that the fairy is raised by his family, so nondescript, but I don't know how the fairy in his mouth feels when he hears it, and how he can stand it.

But I heard another voice sound next door, the voice didn't seem to be loud, but it was very clear, and said, "Don't talk nonsense." ”

The bolt smirked a few times, and the laughter seemed to be stalked, and it swooped down the wall.

After a while, there was a knock on the courtyard door, Jiang Jiutian stood up and went to open the door, but saw a young man standing outside the door, dressed in a white shirt, his hair tied with a cloth towel of the same color, and his face was slightly sickly. Not far away, the plug shrunk behind him.

This man came in and introduced his surname Li Mingfeng, who will live next door, and will come to visit.

Jiang Jiutian was quite surprised that the legendary immortal was such a sick scholar. In his imagination, it must have been a white-bearded old man or something. Wang Fuzi was also surprised, but he didn't show it and greeted this Li Feng.

But everyone talked back and forth quite rightly, and after a while, sitting around the stone platform under the tree, the people playing against each other became Wang Fuzi and Li Feng, who were chatting while playing chess.

It turns out that this Li Feng looks like a scholar and is indeed a scholar, but he has no intention of entering the official and has no special entrance examination, and he is not very interested in those Jinglun theories, but likes to read some miscellaneous books about the number of heavenly performances and strange sects. Although there are some strange legends in history about this aspect, Li Feng didn't find them so wonderful, he just thought that all kinds of deductions were very interesting. However, in the annotations sewn on the edge of one of the old books, I don't know who made it when, Li Feng had another gain. The annotation, which has nothing to do with the content of the book itself, tells some legends about cultivating and becoming immortals, and also mentions some methods of entry.

Li Feng has been weak since he was a child, suffering from illness, and in line with the idea that he does not seek to become an immortal for a long time, but it is worth trying if he can alleviate a trace of illness, he tried it according to the method of entry. He happened to be the person with spiritual roots mentioned in the legend, and he did gain some skills after trying, but the gods couldn't talk about anything. The reason for this statement is probably that when he was in a hurry, he was in a hurry, and his feet were slightly off the ground and the wind was under his feet, and he was seen to spread the rumors.

He himself was still confused, and he didn't really understand what was going on, and of course he wouldn't claim to take in apprentices or anything. It's just that this kind of thing inevitably makes the hearts of those who hear about it warm and rush to the door for advice. Now that it had been passed out, he also asked those people to transcribe it themselves, only to remind him that he didn't know if there were any consequences for this method, and it was up to them to decide. I haven't heard of anyone who has achieved results since then.

He came out to travel, stop and go, and somehow this thing came here, and others did it, and he gave up if he didn't get any results, and he couldn't keep dreaming. It's just that this plug kraft candy is like a leaning on him, and he can't stop it behind closed doors, and he can't drive it away, but it's just annoying, and it's not enough to make people want to beat him, so he goes.