Under the scorching sun, the figure of the person who is distorted by the heat flow is hazy and blurred, between the mountain paths, the long queue from the foot of the mountain to the outside of the forest, the trees know and know non-stop, such a hot day, coupled with the noisy environment, those farmers who often do farm work in the field and the wild men in the mountain village can also endure it, but it is the rich people who come from all the way from the town to catch the carriage, sitting in the carriage is almost the same as sitting in the steamer, the son and brother get out of the carriage and walk around while constantly fanning the paper fan, and those rich ladies who are not easy to show their heads can only stay in the carriage obediently, let the personal maid fan themselves。

"Hehe, Immortal Master, take a look, this is the hundred-year-old Lingzhi that Xiaomin risked life and death and climbed to the side of the cliff to pick, you can always see if it's okay. ”

At the foot of the mountain, there is an old mahogany table, behind the table sits a middle-aged Taoist wearing a golden crown, wearing a Taoist robe, with two mustaches on his face, there is a pen and ink paper on the table, there is a long queue in front of the table, a hunter who is eight feet tall, covered with scars and animal skins, uncovers the burden in his hand, and carefully puts a piece of black Ganoderma lucidum on the table, and there is a boy who looks no more than ** years old standing next to the hunter, raising his head, staring at the middle-aged Taoist with sparkling eyes, his eyes are full of curiosity.

The middle-aged Taoist took the lingzhi and put it under his nose and sniffed it, then nodded and said, "Well, yes, it's a hundred years, you can pass it, what's your name? How old is this year?"

"Ah?!, over?" The hunter heard the middle-aged Taoist say this, and suddenly opened his mouth in surprise, and pushed the children around him in front of him a little excitedly, and stammered: "Bark, call Zhang Ergou, today, eight years old this year." ”

The middle-aged Taoist frowned slightly, but he didn't say anything, and threw the hundred-year-old Lingzhi into his wide sleeve, and the Lingzhi disappeared, and then he took a pen and wrote on the paper:

Zhang Ergou, 100-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, eight years old.

"Okay, let's go up. The middle-aged Taoist waved his hand to the hunter after writing, signaling the hunter to get out of the way and let the people behind him come up.

The hunter stepped aside, crouched down, looked at his child, and then took him in his arms and whispered in the boy's ear: "Fight for your father!

The boy nodded heavily, and replied firmly in a childish voice: "Daddy! The child will definitely become a fairy! When the time comes, I will fight tigers for Daddy every day!"

"Okay, Daddy, wait for you to come back and shoot me the tiger!" the hunter stood up, patted the boy on the back, and motioned for the boy to walk up the hill.

Behind the middle-aged Taoist is a row of bluestone steps, neat and neat, at a glance it is made by skilled craftsmen, twisting and turning, all the way to the clouds.

The boy crossed the middle-aged Taoist, stepped on the stairs, and looked back at his tall father step by step, his eyes glistening with tears.

This mountain is called 'Immortal Mountain' only on the ninth day of June every three years, and this bluestone ladder is also called 'Ascending Immortal Ladder' to outsiders, because legend has it that as long as people who walk up the immortal ladder will eventually become immortals.

On the ninth day of June every three years, when the Immortal Mountain appears, all the people in the villages, towns and villages within a radius of 100 miles gather at the foot of this mountain with their children under the age of 16, and this scene is much more lively than festivals such as the New Year and the Lantern Festival.

Because the immortals of the fairy mountain will openly 'accept apprentices' every three years, as long as they contribute valuable things, they can send their children under the age of sixteen to the fairy mountain to learn art, these fathers and mothers are looking forward to their children becoming omnipotent, calling for wind and rain of the great immortals, as the so-called one person attains the Tao, the chicken and dog ascend to heaven, and their children become immortals, and they are not the fathers and mothers of the gods?

However, many parents send their children up the mountain, but very few children come down from the mountain, and some people wait until they die of old age, and they do not wait for their children to return from learning arts, but they believe that their children have become great immortals until they die.

The team moved forward slowly, and some of the later rich businessmen couldn't wait anymore and wanted to exchange their positions with others, but who would give up such a precious opportunity? Shenxian Mountain appeared once every three years, and only appeared for three days at a time, and everyone was eager to send their children up the mountain immediately, and of course, some greedy people agreed to change positions.

However, there is one person who has made a fortune here, and this person is called Jun Ao.

Jun Ao was originally a beggar in a nearby town, he had an illness three years ago, and although he was cured, he has changed since then, his behavior is a little crazy, his speech has become very straightforward, and his head has become much smarter.

Three years ago, at that time Jun Ao did not have a name, Jun Ao the name was obtained by himself after he was sick, at that time he was sick just not long after, he met the day when the fairy mountain appeared, after learning the news, he took a large group of beggars to run to the fairy mountain to line up, and then bought the front position at a high price to those rich businessmen, and made a lot of money, after this incident, Jun Ao became famous in the beggar circle, and later he also got a' The beggar gang', who was the leader of the gang himself, collected a large number of beggars, and is now well-known in several surrounding towns.

And Junao is only twelve years old this year.

In the position behind the long queue, there is a carriage that is different, first of all, the size of the carriage is larger than the ordinary carriage, the appearance color is pure gold, extremely gorgeous, this is not the color of the whitewash, but the color of the wood itself, this color of wood is called golden fragrant wood, is a kind of wood that can be bought at a sky-high price, the fragrance of the wood has the effect of repelling mosquitoes and insects, the spirit of concentrating, even the two horses used to pull the cart are rare white dragon horses, plus more than a dozen large heads, tall saber guards, this line of people look at a great background。

"Stop!" a guard stopped the man who wanted to get close to the carriage.

"Hey, big brother, don't get excited! I'm just here to tell your master about something. ”

The person who came was a teenager, wearing a green shirt, dressed very casually, loose clothes, open chest, long hair tied with straw rope in a ponytail behind his back, and a delicate face with an old and cunning smile, perhaps it is inappropriate to describe a teenager with an old and cunning man, but the young man's smile just gives people such a feeling, and the most eye-catching thing is the young man's feet, the young man did not wear shoes, so barefoot on the ground full of gravel.

"Say anything right here!"

"This ...... The young man hesitated for a moment, then cleared his throat and shouted into the carriage: "The little one is called Jun Ao, he is the leader of the beggar gang in the nearby town, and he has a little door on hand, as long as the old man is willing to spend five hundred taels of silver, the small one can immediately give the old man a place in the top ten of the team!"

"You little thief, dare to shout here, hurry up!" When the guard heard this, he immediately wanted to drive Jun Ao away, when he heard a crisp and moving female voice from the carriage.

"Wait!"

Then, a maid-like figure walked down, walked quickly to the guard, whispered a few words in the guard's ear, and then handed a silver ticket to Jun Ao.

"Lead the way ahead! If you dare to lie to my master, even under this fairy mountain, I will cut you with one sword!

"Yes, yes, the little one dares, come with the little one!" Jun Ao hooked the corner of his mouth, he was really a big fish, he knew that he would open his mouth a little bit in the lion, and he would ask for a thousand taels.

Walking in front, feeling the blazing sensation coming from the soles of his feet, now the ground is warm, and a piece of sweet potato is roasted on the ground, but Junao's feet have not been damaged in the slightest.

It's been three years since he crossed into this world, from a little beggar to a beggar gang leader, compared to the one who would only hide at home and play games day and night before the crossing, everything he has experienced now is simply a legend, although he just crossed over to a period of time, he was still a little uncomfortable, because he crossed into a beggar, every day to fill his stomach to worry, there is no time to think too much, until after learning about the fairy mountain, Jun Ao has a longing goal.

Brought a group of carriages to a specific location, there was already a member of the beggar gang waiting, watching the mighty group of people cut in line, the people in front and behind did not say a word, although the bottom of the heart was a little uncomfortable, but looking at those hideous-looking, fierce and vicious guards, everyone was very interested in silent.

Jun Ao smiled and placed the position of this team, then turned around and walked back for a distance, about the first twenty or thirty positions stopped.

"Da Mao! After the leader of this gang goes up the mountain, my beggar gang will be handed over to you! You must take good care of your brothers! No matter what, you must not let everyone go hungry again!"

Da Mao is a ten-year-old tall young man, Jun Ao stood beside him, his height was only up to his waist, but he still patted Da Mao's back in an old-fashioned manner.

"Helper! You can rest assured that you will go up and become an immortal! I will take good care of the brothers in the gang, and I will set up an immortal card for you when I go back! Helper, you must bless your brothers a lot after becoming an immortal!" Da Mao lowered his head and looked at Jun Ao, although Jun Ao looked like a little hairy child, but Da Mao respected Jun Ao from the bottom of his heart.

Jun Ao took a burden handed over by Da Mao, then took out a stack of silver tickets from his chest, pulled out the five hundred taels of silver tickets before, and gave the rest to Da Mao, and said: "Take this money, develop as I say, believe me, our beggar gang will definitely carry it forward! Let's go, hurry up and line up again in the back, and you can get another vote!"

"Help, take care!" Da Mao suddenly knelt down on his knees, and kowtowed heavily to Jun Ao, his father was seriously ill and had no money for treatment, and he only had to wait for death, but Jun Ao suddenly appeared and gave him help, so he was grateful for Jun Ao's kindness, and always regarded Jun Ao as a benefactor.

"Damn! follow Lao Tzu to do this!Get out!" Jun Ao raised his leg and kicked Da Mao's chest, kicking Da Mao to the ground, Da Mao grinned, got up and bowed to Jun Ao again, and ran away without waiting for Jun Ao's second kick.

Looking at the direction of Da Mao's departure, Jun Ao was inevitably a little melancholy, after all, they were brothers for three years, and they were going to be separated all of a sudden, so they were naturally reluctant, but ...... Jun Ao looked up at the Immortal Mountain, looking at the top of the misty mountain, where is Jun Ao's more yearning existence.

Immortal Mountain, Immortal!

Jun Ao grabbed the burden in his hand.