In this world, it is not to say that the human heart is unpredictable, and even the weather is often unpredictable: just now the sky is clear, but then the sky turns upside down, and the thick dark clouds suddenly gather together, blocking the sun: a gust of wind blows, as if to sweep away everything on the earth. It was already raining heavily, and the rain fell "tricklingly", like a scoop of clear water pouring down from the sky.

"Brother Daolin, look at this rolling mountain range, long and eternal, one after another, endless, directly connected to the sky. It feels endless, isn't this the 'Tao'?" A yellow-robed Taoist pointed to the mountains looming in the distance with one hand, while brushing his beard with the other hand and smiling silently. A middle-aged man in a green shirt beside him was relatively indifferent, just twitching his facial muscles slightly and not answering.

The Taoist in the yellow robe was still smiling, and said to the man in the green shirt: "Oh, Brother Daolin, don't be depressed. Zhuang Yun, this kid is very clever and will be fine. The man in the green shirt furrowed his brows slightly, and said succinctly in a deep voice, "I hope so." After hesitating slightly, he continued: "Brother Zaoting, what are we doing in Zhongnan Mountain today?"

The yellow-robed Taoist smiled and said, "It's rare that you have three years of vacation." Over the years, you have held important positions in the imperial court, forgetting to sleep and eat every day, taking care of every day, and it is rare to come back a few times, and revisit Zhongnan Mountain in your hometown......" The solemn face of the man in green shirt finally flashed a smile, and said: "Yes...... It's been twenty-five years. I think back then, when we were children, we often liked to go to the orchard under the jurisdiction of the Quanzhen Sect Niubi on Zhongnan Mountain to steal fruits, hehe......" Then I saw a trace of gloom flashing on the face of the yellow-robed Taoist, and then disappeared, and quickly changed my words and apologized: "I forgot, forget that Brother Zaoting you have become a monk." The yellow-robed Taoist smiled and said, "That's it, these are all trivial matters. Brother Dao Lin's unintentional words, how can he be blamed?"

The man in the green shirt said: "Brother Zao Ting, why don't you take advantage of this slowly rising moon, why don't you go to the 'Yunshui Pavilion' to enjoy the moon and drink?" It's been a long time since we've had a drink together. Turning to look at the hazy bright moon slowly rising in the sky, he twisted his beard and said, "I don't know if Brother Lin knows the origin of the 'Yunshui Pavilion'?" The corners of the blue-robed man's mouth rose slightly, and he said: "Is Brother Zaoting deceiving me into ignorance? This 'Yunshui Pavilion' is named after the book "Yunshui Collection" by Tan Chuduan, a disciple of the Chongyang Patriarch and the founder of the Nanwu School. Smiling slightly, he twisted his beard and said, "Brother Zaoting won't think that I don't do anything in my leisure time on weekdays, right?" The yellow-robed Taoist laughed heartily: "How come, how come." Brother Dao Lin was too worried. Alas, it's not early, but fortunately I carry a pot of Jiangxi Magu wine with me. As he spoke, he took out a pot of wine from his sleeve, took a deep breath through the spout, and said with satisfaction: "Okay, this is the taste of fine wine!"

The green-shirted man asked curiously, "Brother Zaoting, you are really powerful, how did you get Jiangxi Magu wine from Shaanxi?" The yellow-robed Taoist smiled: "Hmm...... Last time I went to Jiangxi to give a lecture, a young man passing by respectfully came to ask me for advice, and before leaving, he gave me three pots of Jiangxi Magu, well...... That's the smell......" he said and took a deep breath, intoxicated by the delicious aroma of the wine.

The man in the green shirt smiled slightly: "Okay, Brother Zaoting, it's not too early." Let's go!" took the hand of the yellow-robed Taoist and walked along the mountain road to the top of the mountain.

After a while, a gorgeously built small pavilion appeared in front of the green-robed man and the yellow-robed Taoist. What are you doing in such a hurry? Oops, the wine is all spilled, alas, what a pity. As he spoke, he looked unwilling and sniffed his clothes, which were stained with rain and wine.

The green-robed man smiled slightly, then raised his head and shouted sharply to a handful of bushes beside him, "What kind of person? I saw a few people pouring out of the bushes. One of the people at the head sneered and said, "Mr. Zhu has good ears, and you can still hear such a subtle sound between the heavy rains." Huang is considered to be obedient here. As he spoke, he clasped his fists at the man in the green shirt.

The man in the green shirt sneered, "Hmph, you don't have to pretend. Say, what are you sneaking into the bushes for?" said the surnamed Huang: "Aha, Mr. Zhu doesn't need to be angry. Our big boss has been missing the two gentlemen so much recently, and I want them to go up the mountain to sit, have a cup of tea, eat a bag, and have a little talk. The yellow-robed Taoist said angrily: "Get out of your 'miss tight', what good people do you have in Dangliang Mountain?" The man in green shirt also responded coldly: "Even if this is the case, please ask the Yunzhou brothers to tell Zhao Dangjia, just say that Zhu has something to do and can't get out of the way, and he has no time to go." ”

Huang Yunzhou smiled, took out the lancet he was carrying, changed his face and said: "Mr. Zhu and Mr. Lin, if the two of you really refuse to appreciate your face, Huang has no choice but to lead the brothers to meet the two soldiers!" The yellow-robed Taoist looked up to the sky and let out a long roar, stared at Huang Yunzhou and said, "You're coming! I'm afraid you won't succeed?" He took out a dagger from each of his two boots. The dagger appeared, under the reflection of the moonlight and the washing of the drizzle, like two pools of autumn water, faintly exuding a burst of cold. At first glance, it is a pair of peerless blades.

Huang Yunzhou's heart sank, he took a step back slightly, and motioned his subordinates to step forward to attack with his eyes. The people on both sides drew their swords and rushed forward. The yellow-robed Taoist shouted angrily, and sensitively detoured to the side of the person, and stabbed the dagger in his right hand at the person's heart. The blade entered the flesh and skin, silently, and before the man could feel the pain, he was already dead, and he collapsed on the ground, soft and shrunk into a ball.

Seeing such a tragic situation, the rest of the people retreated one after another, and one by one they clenched their blades and waited for an opportunity to move. The man in the green shirt also watched quietly from the sidelines, sneering slightly. The yellow-robed Taoist paced slowly, looking for a flaw to start with. The two sides are at a stalemate. The bright moonlight gently poured on the calm face of the deceased, and it looked extremely terrifying.

The rain is getting lighter.

The yellow-robed Taoist broke the silence for a long time with a "hey", only to see him rush towards Huang Yunzhou with an arrow step. Huang Yunzhou hurriedly swung his knife to block and put the knife on his chest. An imperceptible smile flashed on the face of the yellow-robed Daoist. Between the lightning and flint, the yellow-robed Taoist kicked the tip of his right foot on Huang Yunzhou's wrist and swept it straight out, and the dagger on his right waved casually, and his left hand slashed straight down. With a few "clangs", two broken swords fell to the ground, and then two corpses: one still had a vertical blood mark on its face, and the other neck was still bleeding blood.

Huang Yunzhou also half-knelt on the ground, clutching his right wrist, with an unbearable look of pain on his face. It turned out that the right wrist had been fractured.

Only then did the man in the green shirt speak: "Brother Yunzhou, I still advise you to go back." Don't lose your life here!" The yellow-robed Taoist also smiled "hehe", and said to the green-shirted man: "Brother Daolin, since the poor Taoist has become a monk, it has long been stipulated that no more than three people can be killed in a day. If they insist on dying, Poor Dao will have to ask you to do it for you. Hehe......" between talking and laughing, it seems that Huang Yunzhou and others are already mortal people.

Huang Yunzhou finally endured the pain, took a deep breath, and said, "How can my son of Dangliang Mountain flee back with his tail between his legs like this? Although we can't beat you, we will fight with you with our lives!"

The yellow-robed man dodged sideways, smiled and walked by, and then lightly covered his ears, secretly lucky. The green-shirted man had an emerald green jade flute in his hand at some point, slowly put it to his lips, and slowly spit out a breath of true qi......

After the rain, the sun slowly climbed up from the horizon, forming a brilliant rainbow on the misty mountain stream.

Two little Taoist priests dressed in Taoist robes walked up the mountain happily, and their job today was to guard and clean the Yunshui Pavilion. The excited expression of one of them froze for a moment: there were corpses all over the place, most of the dead were generally smiling, and there were no obvious injuries on their bodies, only one of them had a broken right wrist. There are the other three, with obvious fatal scars......

The two Xiaodao turned pale with fright, and rushed down the mountain in a panic to find the current head of the Quanzhen Sect, Yu Qingzhen.

When Yu Qingzhen heard this, he was also shocked: a group of people took advantage of the moonlight to escape the eyes of the night watchman and went up the mountain to fight and commit murder! What was even more strange was the tragic situation of those who died. Yu Qing hurriedly took his senior brother Yu Zhen, junior brother Yu Lin, and Yu Xu to Yunshui Pavilion together.

In the past few years, Yu Zhen Zhenren has not been able to watch, year after year, he just reads the general history of martial arts, delves into the martial arts of various sects and their flaws, and hopes to carry forward the martial arts of the Quanzhen Sect. Hajin examined the injuries of the deceased and sat aside in thought. Yu Xuan couldn't hold his breath the most, and asked first, "Senior brother, have you found any clues?" Yu Zhen replied: "These people seem to be from Dangliang Mountain, which is not far from Zhongnan Mountain. What I just thought was strange was these three people......" pointed at the three scarred trio, "they were killed by the long-lost divine soldier, the 'Snow Ice Mantis', this 'Snow Ice Mantis' is a pair of daggers, and the killing is only within the snap of a finger." There are only scars on the body of the deceased, and there will be no pain in death. After a pause, he continued, "The way the rest of the people died is even stranger. They all seem to be immersed in happiness and then suddenly die, you see, they still have smiles on their faces...... The only one who can kill people in this way is "Laughing Bliss". He said word by word.

The other three all gasped, and they all heard what the master said about "Laughing and Climbing Bliss". Back then, the master also told them about the terrible thing about this song--it can make people rush to the Yellow Spring in happiness and joy. Yu Lin still remembers the unconcealable fear on his master's face when he told "Laughing Paradise", as well as the dense sweat oozing from his hands and between his eyebrows.

Yu Qing cautiously asked, "Isn't this "Laughing Paradise Music" already extinct in the rivers and lakes?" Yu Zhen raised his head and said slowly: "Yes, but...... That's just a legend,......" As soon as the words fell, Yu Lin pointed to an empty wine jug on the table inside the Yunshui Pavilion. Yuzhen hurried to find a note pressed under the jug.

I saw that the note read:

The empty mountain disturbs the quiet, just because of childhood.

Taiyi is still clear, and the clouds and water are ordinary and lingering.

The road is full of joy, and I dare not frighten the moon.

The jujube pavilion enters the pavilion early, and the road is like the road.

Heaven is affectionate and old, how do you know life?