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Anping Village is located in the depths of the September Peak of the ravine, covered by dense forests, surrounded by mountains and rivers, isolated from the world, and is a rare paradise.

In the mountain bamboo forest behind Anping Village, there is a simple bamboo house, where a 16-year-old boy lives.

Of course, it is not that the villagers of Anping Village deliberately reject it, on the contrary, the villagers regard this paradise as a blessing from heaven and always feel it in their hearts, and they are all real people with simple personalities.

Just because the boy named Luoyang had a serious illness when he was nine years old, and his parents died as early as his childhood, because he didn't want to drag down the warm-hearted but ordinary villagers, the nine-year-old boy dragged his dying body to this bamboo forest alone, but surprisingly survived.

Since then, the boy has settled deep in the bamboo forest.

Some people guess that it is the manifestation of the gods, some people guess that it is the blessing of God, and some people say that this is the blessing of the ancestors to Anping Village, after that, the villagers who are simple by nature will be more and more grateful and respectful to God.

The night is already deep, it coincides with the night of the full moon, the clear light is sprinkled, every household in Anping Village has fallen asleep, the September peak is quiet and peaceful, and there are occasional cicadas chirping.

Suddenly, a whistling wind came out of nowhere, blowing the bamboo forest outside Anping Village into a rattling sound, the deeper it went, the louder the wind became, especially near the hut, the vigorous and tall bamboo willows were blown bent over, and the bamboo leaves danced wildly, like messy hair!

However, it is completely different from the huge movement of the outside world, inside the bamboo house, there is a teenager who is reading with his head down.

The angry wind roared outside the house, but the house was quiet and silent, even the candle flame did not flicker, with the faint light of the residual candle, the young man in Tsing Yi sat in front of the table, and carefully flipped through the bamboo scroll in his hand, engrossed in it, and read it with relish.

Strangely, this bamboo book is empty, not to mention the font, not even the ink.

What is the teenager watching?

When the remnant candle burned out and went out, it happened to be the dawn in the east, and the wind outside the house stopped abruptly, as if it had never appeared, Luoyang carefully rolled up the bamboo slips, carefully stuffed them into his arms, and the movements were delicate, for fear that the bamboo slips would be worn out.

His eyes were bright, not at all like the appearance of a sleepless night, more like Meimei had fallen asleep and had just woken up from sleep.

"Earned another month. Luoyang's slightly sickly pale cheeks showed a mature smile that did not match his age.

Indeed, compared to his peers who lived under the care of their elders, Luoyang lost his relatives at an early age, learned to be independent at an early age, and more importantly, at the age of nine, he experienced life and death.

It is an epiphany, but also a gradual realization, apart from life and death, which thing in the world is not idle?

After a little washing, Luoyang took off the burden hanging on the bamboo wall, pushed the door out, and along the neat bluestone steps at the door, he avoided several difficult muddy paths and came to Anping Village, which woke up with the sunrise.

The villagers of Anping Village feel the gift of God, and they are resting at sunrise and sunset, not to mention wealth, but they live very seriously and diligently.

The east turned up the white of the fish's belly, and the two sides of the dilapidated and clean stone steps were already full of people. Uncle Wang's tailor's shop, Aunt Li's fritter shop, and Widow Zhao's tofu restaurant...... There are also young and strong young people who hoe in the fields in the early morning.

Anping Village is not big, and there are not many faces, Luoyang has lived in the village for nine years, plus the drastic change when he was nine years old, which made him a "celebrity" in the village.

"Hey, Luo boy is half a pillar of incense late today!" The middle-aged man immediately smiled when he saw Luoyang, wiped his hands full of flour on the rag, picked up two hot meat buns from the cage drawer, packed them in paper bags, and handed them to Luoyang neatly.

"Thank you, Uncle Xu!" Luoyang took it with both hands and replied with a smile.

"What's so thankful for this, they are all from a village, and they couldn't help you back then......" Uncle Xu raised his eyebrows slightly, and suddenly realized that he had said the wrong thing, and quickly changed his words.

"Don't thank you in the future, eat meat and vegetable buns tomorrow, Uncle Xu is waiting for you!"

Looking at the rare serious expression of the middle-aged man, Luoyang waded through a warm current in his heart, nodded heavily, chatted with Uncle Xu for a few more words, and continued to walk towards the village with his baggage.

In fact, Luoyang, who was alone since childhood, was able to survive with the help of many villagers in Anping Village, and it was also the upheaval, although Luoyang survived by luck, but in the eyes of the villagers, it was their unfavorable protection, and they were ashamed of Luoyang's parents who died early, so they have always been sorry for Luoyang.

Although in Luoyang's heart, he and the villagers have never said the word "owed", even if there is, it is also owed by Luoyang to the villagers, but it is a pity that he has no ability to give back to everyone now, so he can only keep this kindness in his heart.

In fact, he already had a plan, and at the end of the month, he would go to the town to apply for the literary examination, and once he passed, he would have the qualification to enter Beijing to catch the examination.

After leaving Uncle Xu's shop, Luoyang went to Aunt Sun's restaurant again, took three dishes, one soup and two bowls of rice, packed them and stuffed them into the baggage, as today's lunch and dinner.

After doing all this, it was time for Luoyang to return to the bamboo forest, he stood at the entrance of the village road, looked at a simple wooden house not far ahead, suddenly thought of something, and couldn't help sighing.

Just as Luoyang turned around to leave, he caught a glimpse of a hunchbacked old man pushing the door out, his face sallow and sad.

It was not so much an old man as an aged middle-aged man, his long black and white mottled hair dull and unkempt, his eyes cloudy, staring at a path leading to the outside of the village, pausing for a long time.

"Uncle Yuan, are you still waiting for ingots?" Luoyang stepped forward slowly and said softly.

The middle-aged man's rickety body trembled, and when he saw that the person who came was Luoyang, his shriveled lips moved slightly, and then he showed a rare smile, nodded like an elder, and said hoarsely: "Xiaoyang, you have the best game with our ingots in the village, do you know where he went?"

For no reason, Luoyang's nose couldn't help but feel sour, and he recalled the appearance of a childhood best friend, at that time, Uncle Yuan was still the richest outsider in the village, and he was one of the few people who could go to the town to buy things, but since Yuanbao disappeared eight years ago, everything has changed.

Looking at this once magnificent and luxurious wooden house, but now it is surrounded by walls, Luoyang couldn't help but recall the picture of playing with his best friend back then, was silent for a moment, and said softly: "Yuan Bao has loved to play since he was a child, and when he has played enough, he will definitely come back." ”

Hearing the comfort in Luoyang's words, Uncle Yuan shook his head with a smile and said, "If Yuan Bao can have a quiet temperament like you, I will be much more relieved." Don't blame Uncle Yuan for talking too much, the illness seven years ago was a test given to you by God, and you must cherish your body and bones in the future. ”

Luoyang was silent for a long time when he heard this, and nodded emphatically.

Half an hour later, Luoyang watched Uncle Yuan's figure return to the wooden house, and sighed inexplicably.

In fact, Luoyang knows better than anyone why he survived seven years ago.

It is not the blessing of God, nor the manifestation of the gods, nor the blessing of the ancestors, but the wordless bamboo slip that Luoyang picked up that night and is lying in his arms at the moment.

Although to this day, Luoyang still has not been able to understand the subtleties of this bamboo slip, but it is enough to be sure that reading the bamboo slips on a full moon night, his lower abdomen will be inexplicably warm, and the cold from the disease will also be dispelled.

So since the first observation of bamboo slips that year, every month in Luoyang has been earned.

It's all earned by reading.

When I returned to the bamboo hut along the way I came, it was almost dusk.

"Young man, would you like to enter the Spirit Gate to practice?"

Suddenly, a gentle and hearty laugh came from behind Luoyang.

This voice Luoyang is very unfamiliar, it is sure that it is not a villager of Anping Village, Luoyang turned his head in surprise, just this glance, and his hair stood on end.

Is that...... A middle-aged Taoist priest, dressed in a blue gossip robe, with a gentle demeanor and gray temples, was looking at Luoyang with a smile.

The amazing thing is that the middle-aged Taoist priest actually has his feet off the ground, and his body is suspended in the air!

He looked at Luoyang's lower abdomen, his pair of heroic eyes narrowed slightly, suddenly lit up, and muttered in a low voice: "This son has never been in contact with cultivation, but he has the cultivation of the first level of spiritual transformation, not bad." ”

The middle-aged Taoist's voice was silent, and Luoyang's mind was already blank, and he didn't hear half a word at all, "pop", the burden full of food slipped to the ground, Luoyang finally came back to his senses, and said in a trembling voice: "Who are you?"

"I am the head of the Spirit Sect and the river Qingfeng, passing through here, I see that you have good bones, young man, would you like to follow me to start cultivating?" The middle-aged Taoist smiled heroically and repeated the question again.

Luoyang has a mature mind since he was a child, and he quickly settled down, always vigilant against middle-aged Taoists, and at the same time, he quickly made an analysis in his heart.

This man can fly, could it be that he is a legendary immortal? According to his meaning, it seems that he wants to take himself to a place, and listen to the meaning of these words...... It may be difficult to return to Anping Village for a long time.

Luoyang's mind crossed Uncle Xu, Aunt Sun, and Uncle Yuan...... The faces of many villagers in Anping Village, thinking of the crucial literary examination at the end of the month, as well as entering Beijing to catch the exam, he mustered up the courage in his heart and made a quick decision.

However, without waiting for Luoyang to open his mouth and refuse, with the middle-aged Taoist's index finger, Luoyang's body magically levitated, and he flew up like a middle-aged Taoist!

"Well, I'm very satisfied with your answer. ”

The aftermath of the middle-aged Taoist has not yet dissipated, a whistling wind suddenly rises, resounding in Luoyang's ears, Luoyang only feels that his body is rising rapidly, looking down, only to see that the bamboo forest house is shrinking rapidly, and in a blink of an eye, it has become a black dot and disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, the September Peak, which covers a huge area, is impressively presented in the eyes of Luoyang, with rivers and mountains, green mountains and mountains, and the ground scenery changes rapidly and alternately, and in a blink of an eye, Luoyang can no longer see the September Peak.

"Immortal, he must be an immortal!" Luoyang's heart shook violently, and his mind went blank.

It wasn't until the half-pillar incense time passed, Luoyang's knees were slightly bent, and he finally had a down-to-earth feeling, that he came back to his senses, turned his head to look, but found that the middle-aged Taoist had long since disappeared.

On the contrary, it was an old man in sackcloth, who walked out of a low house, and when he saw Luoyang, he was a little surprised, and muttered: "Well, isn't the entry assessment over half a month...... Where did this kid come from? ”

"Boy, go to the handyman's room to get your clothes, and start your work tomorrow morning. The old man in Mai pursed his lips and shouted at Luoyang.

"This ...... Where is this?" Luoyang looked blankly, looking at the unfamiliar scene around him, and his heart trembled.

"Soul Gate!" the old man in Mai rolled his eyes.